A Dinner Like This
POV: Diana
I froze.
Cael’s words danced around the edges of my mind like cold fingertips trailing across bare skin.
“The man watching is back.”
Cameron moved instantly, rising from his seat and slipping past me with a sharp glance at Gina. His shoulders were tense the calm in him drawn tight like a bowstring ready to snap.
He opened the front door silently. I followed every nerve in my body prickling. The wind met us with a soft breeze carrying the scent of grilled fish and something faintly metallic. Gina stayed inside with Cael, her eyes narrowed, one hand subtly resting on the charm bracelet she wore.
Cameron stepped off the porch barefoot, eyes scanning the shadows, the trees, and the fence line.
Nothing moved.
No rustling.
No footsteps.
No figure.
“Diana
