The evening air was biting as Elena pulled her car into the driveway, her hands tight on the steering wheel. Leo and Sophia were chattering in the back seat about their day, oblivious to the shadow that had been tailing them since they left the daycare. As Elena stepped out to usher them inside, a sleek, dark SUV screeched to a halt behind her.
The door swung open, and Arm stepped out. He looked unkempt, his eyes bloodshot and his presence vibrating with a terrifying, focused energy.
"Arm! What are you doing here?" Elena cried, shielding her children as she backed toward Style's front door.
"You knew I'd find you, Elena," Arm said, his voice a low growl. He didn't wait for an invitation. As she turned the key, he lunged forward, his shoulder hitting the door and forcing his way into the foyer.
Style emerged from the kitchen, her expression shifting from alarm to cold fury, but Arm ignored her. He stood in the center of the living room, a titan in a crumbling kingdom.
