"Mortals... they're truly terrifying..."
Tears spilled from my eyes before I could stop them.
I was the Thunder Lord, for heaven's sake. A hot-tempered god with a reputation across all Nine Heavens. And I'd let my sworn brother suffer like this in the mortal world.
"Don't be scared. I'm taking you home."
I eased the tubes from his back as gently as I could, then pressed a wad of sterile gauze hard against the wound.
I'd barely gotten him upright when a stampede of footsteps erupted outside the door.
"Nobody move!"
Quinton Harding, the eldest son of the Harding family, stood in the doorway flanked by a wall of armed bodyguards.
He wore a tailored suit, and behind those gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes radiated the cold arrogance of a man who'd never been told no.
The moment he saw me propping Thomas up, his brow knotted into a vicious scowl.
"Reginald Dunn? A thug from some two-bit gang dares break into my family's estate?"
"Do you have any idea what you've done? One phone call. That's all it takes to wipe every last one of your crew off the map."
I let out a cold laugh and passed Thomas to Bruno behind me.
"Bruno, get him to the car. There's a first-aid kit inside."