Sitting with my back flush against the dining room wall, I meet Nolan's gaze. "That door won't be enough to keep them out." I pause. "And neither will the enforcers you stick in front of it."
He studies me without expression, then he reaches a hand to touch my face. At the last second, just before he makes contact, I move aside.
For a long moment, his hand hangs in the space between us before he lowers it. His expression still doesn't betray the slightest hint of anger. "That sounds more like wishful thinking on your part."
I tilt my head. "He broke Jamison and Shayla out, and you had no idea. Lucian and the rest of my pack will get through that door no matter how many men you put in front of it. That's not wishful thinking, but the inevitable."
