Both of us froze instantly, our senses locking down. Downstairs, the heavy, metallic sound of the villa's main iron gates being approached rattled through the security monitors mounted on the wall.
Asher's hand immediately dropped to the butt of his firearm, his thumb flicking the safety off in a smooth, practiced motion. He strode over to the main security console, tapping the glass screen with his fingertips to bring up the live video feed of the outer perimeter gates.
