The Thorne Heiress Unveiling Shadow novel Chapter 62

Kaelen was profoundly annoyed. The physical threat from these two amateurs was not the problem. It was negligible.

They were an inconvenience. They had interrupted something delicate and rare, a fragile moment in this idyllic, sun-drenched town square.

The bubble of their "engaged couple" act had been shattered by the vulgar intrusion of violence. He had been enjoying the performance, the light, possessive touch of her hand in his as they navigated the local crowd.

These men hadn't just threatened Evelyn's life. They had ruined the mood.

The second assassin's hand twitched, his fingers brushing against the cold steel of his weapon. It was a foolish, desperate move, the last act of a man who knew he had failed.

Before his hand could even close around the grip, the bake sale erupted in a silent, coordinated symphony of action.

A woman who had been admiring a hand-knitted quilt suddenly straightened up. Her cardigan fell open to reveal the Glock holstered at her hip.

A man pretending to haggle over a jar of blueberry jam turned. His movements were fluid and economical, a Taser in his hand.

All around the assassin, a dozen people—tourists, locals, church volunteers—shed their civilian skins. In an instant, they were Grey's team, a ring of quiet, deadly professionals.

The black, emotionless muzzles of a dozen concealed weapons were all pointed directly at the man's chest.

The assassin froze, his hand hovering over his gun. A single drop of cold sweat traced a path down his temple.

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