Jasper’s POV
The house was too still.
Even the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen sounded… wrong.
I sat at the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the wristwatch on my arm as if it might confess something to me if I glared hard enough.
It wasn’t just a watch, Miriam had insisted on giving it to me, she later claimed it was “a backup security device” in case things got ugly.
At the time, I thought nothing of it.
Now, with David having come too close, I couldn’t ignore the gnawing thought that maybe we’d been lit up on his radar the whole damn time.
I took it off slowly, careful not to wake Scarlett, who was sleeping in the other room. She needed rest, God, after the day she’d had, after the news she’d gotten, and the last thing I wanted was for her to see me p
