Her extensive training kicked in, and Seraphina Sterling immediately moved away from the window, pressing her body tightly against the wall. 'How could there be a sniper here? Who is the target?' Sanford was an ancient town with a thousand-year history and held auctions from time to time, but the caliber of these events was nowhere near those in Aethelgard. The attendees were in a completely different league as well. 'Who here could possibly be important enough to attract such a high-level threat like a sniper?'
"What's wrong?" Wyatt Gallagher asked, seeing the grave expression on Seraphina Sterling's face.
"We've got trouble." Seraphina pulled at the blackout curtain and leaned forward slightly to peek. The person outside didn't spot her. When she drew the curtain shut, there was still no reaction. It seemed the target wasn't her, nor was it Wyatt Gallagher.
"What happened?" Seeing how serious Seraphina was, Wyatt Gallagher couldn't help but grow tense as well.
