My blood ran cold as I stared at the illuminated screen of my cell phone. The image was sharp, crisp, and terrifyingly clear. It was a direct top-down view of our driveway, focusing squarely on Leo's bright red sneakers as he jumped up and down by the rear door of the armored vehicle. Superimposed over his tiny, innocent frame was the unmistakable, dark grid of a long-range scope.
Before I could choke out a warning, Asher snatched the phone from my hand. His gaze locked onto the screen, and I watched the casual, relaxed husband vanish in a fraction of a second. His handsome face hardened into a rigid, terrifying mask of pure lethal focus. The warm, inviting atmosphere of our bedroom evaporated, replaced by an icy chill that made the tiny hairs on my arms stand up.
"Asher..." My voice was a breathless, trembling whisper as my hands instinctively clutched at the fabric of his cashmere sweater. "They're outside. Someone is watching him right now."
