“She’s inside.” Foreign feelings hit me as my stomach turns rock hard. Fear I’ve never experienced engulfs me as I think about how scared Autumn must be at this moment.

“We’ll get her, okay? I’ve promised Jasper and Laura that their daughter will be safe. But we can’t compromise our safety too.” Gavin’s grip on me tightens, and I see red.

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s Autumn in there. My wife!”

“Lukas.” Gavin purses his lips and fucking looks at me in exasperation. Me.

“I know you’re feeling guilty right now. You’re thinking you should have talked to her while she was waiting for you. When you still had a chance to—”

“Let go of me!” But that fucker doesn’t. “You think you’ve become some relationship expert? This isn’t me trying to get a chance. This is me saving my wife, the love of my life.”

Before I can get out of Gavin’s iron grip, Jasper’s hand curls around my shoulder. His other arm is still wrapped around Laura.

“Don’t do this, Lukas. If something happens to you too, we won’t be able to forgive ourselves.”

Why the fuck is everyone still talking? She’s inside.

“If I die saving her, it’ll be a death worth having.” I shake myself and Jasper’s hand drops.

“But she wasn’t yours by choice, Lukas. You’ve sent the divorce papers to her.” Laura’s words are accusatory, stopping me from trying to pull out of Gavin’s hold.

“She is my wife, Laura. She hasn’t signed the papers, and we haven’t filed anything. I don’t care how she came into my life. She’s mine, and I’m not going to let anyone or anything take the love of my life away from me.” I shrug out of their grasp and make a run for the door, which is still burning as if the hose is spraying kerosene and not water.

“Lukas!” I hear Autumn’s voice.

Thank God she’s alive and conscious.

“I’ll be right there, Autumn. Don’t worry. I’m sorry for everything,” I roar like a maniac as I run around the building trying to get inside.

I hear footsteps behind me, probably Gavin’s or Jasper’s or Laura’s, or all of them, but I can’t focus. A hand clasps my arm.

“Stop. She’s safe.” Gavin halts my movement as I’m about to take a swing at the closed glass window.

“Let me go,” I scream, ready to bring everything down that’s keeping me away from Autumn.

“She’s safe, Spencer,” he bellows, forcing me to turn around.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

The words have just escaped my mouth when my gaze lands behind him. Autumn’s hair flies in the wind as she runs toward us. My heart leaps into my throat.

She’s safe.