Andrew’s POV……
The alarm didn’t ring. It didn’t blare or scream.
A soft vibration against the monitor, a muted flash in the corner of my vision — subtle, the kind of alert you only get when the danger is too close for the system to risk being loud.
I froze.
On the screen, the grainy night-vision image sharpened, focusing on the figure crouched near the side of the building. A hooded man. Calm. Deliberate. Too deliberate. He held something small, metallic, glinting beneath the security infrared.
And he placed it directly under Lily’s bedroom window.
My blood went ice-cold.
“Adrian,” I whispered, hitting the encrypted line. “Wake up. Now.”
His voice was sluggish, still half asleep. “Bro, if this is about breakfast—”
“There’s someone outside our safehouse.”
He snapped awake instantl
