Chapter 213

• Ava’s POV
• I froze, my desperate plea dying in my throat.
• She leaned against the railing of the catwalk, her posture casual, as if discussing the weather. "Jessica and Clara. Sleeping so peacefully back in their hotel. They have no idea that for the last hour, two men have had them in their sights. High-powered rifles, night-vision scopes... the whole professional setup. One wrong move from you, one phone call to your husband... and their perfect, oblivious sleep would have been their last."