Lara's POV
We were only halfway through dinner when Corbin suddenly stopped talking. His fork never reached his mouth. Cammie froze, too, head lifting just slightly, eyes narrowing at nothing I could hear.
A silence fell over the table so heavy it scraped the air.
"What is it?" I whispered, neither of them answered.
Corbin's jaw tightened. His chair scraped back as he stood, slow and controlled.
"They found us," he muttered. "They shouldn't have been able to find us."
Cammie pushed her chair back in one quiet motion, her hand sliding under the table for her knife.
My heart stuttered. My arms automatically reached for Cassian's high chair, pulling my son close.
