I scrambled toward the glass door, the rain stinging my face as it swept into the ruined study.

On the terrace, Ryker grabbed the gunman’s wrist, slamming it against the stone balustrade.

The knife clattered into the bushes below.

The gunman threw a heavy punch that caught Ryker in the jaw.

Ryker didn’t flinch.

He drove his shoulder into the man’s chest, pinning him against the wet railing.

Marco appeared from the shadows of the terrace, his weapon drawn.

“He’s down, boss,” Marco said, grabbing the gunman by the collar of his wet jacket.

Marco dragged the man back into the room, tossing him onto the floor beside the FBI agents.

Ryker walked back inside, wiping rain and blood from his forehead with the back of his hand.

He looked straight at me.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, though my voice shook.

My neck stung where the knife had pressed against my skin.

“Where are Lily and Owen?” I asked, looking toward the hallway.

“Safe,” Ryker said. “They are in the secure panic room with Mrs. Gable.”