Havoc growled. “He’s hunting.”
Trigger swallowed. “Wolf, I don’t like this. And I REALLY don’t like the way he turned his head like—like he knew the camera was there.”
Because he did.
The man stareddirectlyat the lens.
A slow tilt of the chin.
A subtle smirk.
Then he stepped backward into the dark… and vanished.
Trigger clutched his chest. “NOPE. I hate this. I hate all of this.”
My blood iced over.
“This isn’t random.”
Saint’s eyes narrowed. “Meaning?”
“He knows Nora,” I said. “Or he knowsofher. He’s not just wandering. He’s targeting.”
Trigger looked like he wanted to throw up. “Okay. Okay. So what’s the plan? Cuz I’m not sleeping tonight.”
My decision had been forming since the first footprint in her yard.
Now it snapped into place.
“I’m staying with her.”
Saint didn’t argue. Havoc didn’t either.
Trigger blinked. “In her house? Like… overnight? Like… the whole… night?”
I leveled a stare at him.
He shut up instantly.
Saint folded his arms. “You tell her, or do we?”
“I will.”
Back Inside Nora’sHouse
She looked up from the kitchen when I walked in, anxiety written all over her face.
“Wolf? What happened?”
I held her gaze. “The camera picked something up.”
Her breath hitched. “Was it—?”
“Yes.”
I stepped closer, slow, letting her see the seriousness in my eyes.
“You’re not staying alone tonight. I’ll be here.”
