The man raised a satellite phone, staring directly at the living room window where Ethan stood.
The phone in Ethan’s pocket vibrated. He lifted it and pressed it to his ear.
"Good morning, Sovereign," Maestro K's cold voice resonated from the other end, even though he was outside the gates. "Your gift has been received by the world. Now, let's see if your wife can survive as I pull the entire foundation of this house into the ground."
Ethan's face froze. He looked at Clara, then shifted his gaze back to the window. The storm he feared wasn't waiting until tomorrow. It was already at their doorstep, ready to flatten everything he loved.
"Hang up the phone, Ethan! They have guns!" Martha shrieked, her voice sharp and high-pitched, almost cracking at the edge of her throat. She crouched b
