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My stomach dropped. A pit of dread yawned open before me.Fuck.
I’d blown my chance.
I’d failed.
The screen lit again. The user interface loaded in an instant.
I whooped, equally filled with joy and shocked amazement. My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse fluttering like a hummingbird’s.
“Fuck yes!”
I’d never seen a more welcome sight—the Grande Banque Unie logo. Tears welled in my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Shock held me immobile while I tried to comprehend the gravity of what I’d pulled off.
I blinked.
Sucked in a harsh breath.
Then I squealed, excitement pulsing through me like I was a Swifty at a Tay Tay concert.
My tea sloshed all over my hand as I dumped it on the table.
The French doors behind me bounced off the stonework as bare feet slapped across the terracotta tiles.
“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” Tristan breathed, panic in his tone.
“Get inside,” Ezra hissed.
I turned to him, my brows furrowed as he shifted Tristan behind him.
What was going on?
But then I saw the knife.
“What the fuck?” I squeaked, hugging my laptop to my chest to protect it. I ducked down, making myself as small a target as possible. “Who’s after me?”
“You hear Zali scream, and you run toward her unarmed?” he berated Tristan after he’d scanned the area, looking for danger and found nothing obvious. “Especially after you’ve received death threats?”
Naked as the day he was born, Ezra still made an imposing figure. But Tristan didn’t flinch at his harsh words. Instead, he cupped his face and kissed him, sliding his tongue into Ezra’s mouth.
Flynn stumbled out behind the others. “Zee?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. His hair was sticking up everywhere, once side of his face with crease marks on it from his pillow.
“What’s happening?”
A throat cleared from above us. I looked up, and my heart lodged in my throat. Ry was there, dressed head to toe in black, tossing up and catching a throwing knife. He looked like he’d been there a while, a blanket draped over his lap. Without a word, I knew he’d been there like a silent sentinel, protecting me from risks I didn’t even know existed.
“Ry?” I called, my voice cracking.
He nodded, his lips turning up in the briefest of smiles. “Stand down, Detective Fraser. Zali has something. There’s no threat.” He gestured to my computer, and my sleep-deprived brain finally connected the dots.
Incredulous faces stared back at me.
“Sorry?” I shrugged. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What’s going on?” Ezra asked, sliding into the seat next to me. I reached for him, clasping his shaking hand in mine.
“You’re going to catch your death out here, angel,” Tristan muttered, rubbing his hands up and down Flynn’s bare arms.
They spoke quietly, but I tuned them out, turning my attention back to my screen.
