Skye’s POV
"Dad, don't touch anything in that box," I said, already climbing out of bed with the phone pressed hard against my ear. "Just leave it. I'm calling someone right now."
"Skye, what’s going on? Who left photos of you on my porch?"
"I'll explain everything, I promise. Just don't go anywhere. Please."
Ezra was already awake beside me, sitting up and reaching for his own phone before I even hung up. Within ten minutes he had a team driving to my dad's house, and within thirty they were there, standing on the porch in the middle of the night trying to convince a stubborn engineer to pack a bag and leave his own home.
My dad refused, of course. That’s just who he was. But he agreed to let the guards stay, mostly because I begged him over the phone until he couldn't say no to me a
