GABRIELLA'S POV
I have been in a constant state of anxiety and rage.
Anxiety that someone could easily sneak into our home and cause harm, rage at the fact that they dare to do so.
So, yeah, because of that sleep has been a stranger to me.
Ever since Asher came running about the failed attempt on that recruit, Hunter. The one with the quiet eyes and the wrong kind of confidence. The one Asher keeps watching like his instincts are trying to shout something his head can't quite make sense of.
I didn't think much of him at first. A little too fast. A little too smooth. Like he was always calculating his next move. Like he knew something we didn't. But after what happened... that attack? That clean slice across the ribs? That wasn't some random rogue job. That was an execution
