Wolf stiffened.
Trigger held up the coffee carrier like a peace offering. “But good news! We brought caffeine and pastries!”
Havoc muttered, “Priorities, Trigger.”
Wolf walked to the window, hit play on the footage.
The video was grainy but clear enough to raise goosebumps on my arms.
A figure stood at the end of my walkway.
Not moving.
Not approaching.
Juststanding there.
Looking at my door.
My breath caught. “What is he doing?”
“Watching,” Wolf said, voice dark.
Trigger squinted. “Does anyone else feel like we’re in a horror movie? No? Just me?”
Saint zoomed in. “He dropped something. Look—right there.”
He tapped the screen.
Near the base of my porch steps…
A small object.
Round.
Metallic.
Wolf’s tone sharpened. “Where is it?”
Havoc stepped forward. “Porch. I checked the perimeter but didn’t open the package.”
Package?
Wolf spun around. “You didn’t touch it?”
“Hell no,” Havoc grunted. “Could be nothing. Could be a bomb. Could be a ratty old button. I leave surprises for you.”
Wolf marched to the front door. “Stay inside,” he said to me, firm.
“No,” I said instinctively. “I—”
His eyes softened, but his voice didn’t. “Nora. Please.”
God help me… I listened.
He stepped outside with Havoc and Saint. Trigger hovered behind them holding coffee like it was a grenade.
I pressed my face to the glass, heart hammering.
