Benedict POV
"Benedict, move!"
The red laser dot danced across his heart for half a second before the sharp spit of a suppressed rifle cracked through the night air.
I threw my weight straight into his broad torso, shoving him sideways into the damp grass just as the heavy lead bullet whistled past my ear and slammed into the trunk of an oak tree behind us with a sickening thud. Benedict hit the turf hard, twisting his body in midair to shield Ethan beneath his chest, his arms wrapping around our son like a steel vault.
"Get down!" Olivar roared, drawing his sidearm and firing three rapid shots blindly toward the treeline. "Sniper in the eastern treeline!"
"Leah!" Benedict yelled, his voice laced with raw panic as he scrambled onto his knees, his hands frantically feeling along my bac
