Lawrence’s POV

My blood turned cold when I heard George's monitors blaring, but it was the man who had just entered the room that did it. The true statement was the rifle he was holding, even though his dark suit was expertly fitted. I moved in front of them out of instinct, protecting them, while Camilla held Mira to her chest, her eyes wide with fear.

"Who are you?" With a low, menacing voice, I demanded.

With an unshakable grip on the gun, the man grinned. "Knight, you shouldn't be ...