Everything quiet.
Everything normal.
At least from the outside.
Inside?
Not so much.
Wolf and Trigger watched the front of the property.
Saint covered the barn.
Sheriff Cooper had deputies nearby.
Hidden.
Waiting.
The entire ranch had become one giant trap.
And Gerald had no idea.
I sat on the edge of my bed.
Trying to read.
Failing miserably.
Across the room, Beast occupied a chair beside the window.
Motionless.
Watching.
Waiting.
The moonlight outlined his broad shoulders.
The scar along his jaw.
The bruising from the fight in the woods.
He hadn't moved in nearly twenty minutes.
It was honestly a little creepy.
"You know normal people blink, right?"
His eyes remained on the window.
"I blink."
"Not enough."
Silence.
Then—
