Naomi's POV

We want Raymond.

The words flashed back at me from the screen, it was sharp enough to cut air.

I froze, My heart was beating so loudly I could barely hear anything else. Across the room, Raymond stood motionless, his jaw clenched, shoulders drawn tight like a bow.

"This just got personal," he said.

"No," I corrected, voice hoarse. "It's been personal since the beginning."

He paced the room, hands buried deep in his hair. I could feel his mind spinning, planning, calculating.

"We ...