Before he could speak, headlights cut through the rain.
Victoria and Richard stepped out of a black sports car. Richard raised a gun.
“Sign,” he shouted. “Or she dies.”
Elena threw herself in front of the children.
“Kill me,” she begged. “Not them.”
Something inside Alexander shattered.
“Get away from my children,” he roared—his full, powerful voice unleashed.
Before Richard could react, Alexander exploded from the wheelchair, knocking the gun aside as it fired into a streetlamp.