Khanna POV
Jake’s voice was a ragged whisper that somehow carried through the window glass, cutting through the muffled sounds of the shocked cafe patrons. It was laced with disbelief, confusion, and something akin to desperation.
I froze, adrenaline flooding my system. This was the worst possible scenario. We had planned to observe, to gather intel, and to remain invisible. Instead, we were caught, exposed to the one-man Luke wanted dead and the one-man Bradley wanted neutralized.
Hajime, ever the pragmatist, gripped my arm tightly. “We need to move. Now. If he’s here, Luke and Bradley aren't far behind.”
“Wait,” I hissed, my focus locked on Jake. He was still standing over the overturned table, his shoulders tight with tension. He didn't look like a wolf ready to attack; he looked li
