The red dot of the laser sight was a cold, unblinking eye against the silk of my blouse. I stood frozen by the window of the Thorne estate, the glass separating me from a brother who was either my savior or my executioner. The silent threat from the woods was a jarring contrast to the chaos I knew was currently erupting in the digital world. Somewhere in a secure boardroom, Alexander was fighting for my life, but out here in the dark, the rules of corporate politics didn't apply. Out here, there was only the wind in the trees and the steady hand of a sniper.
My phone buzzed again, the vibration feeling like an electric shock against my palm.
User_Unknown: Don’t move, Zee. If you move, the automated turrets in the garden will pick up the shift in the glass and open fire. I’m not the only
