Skylar paced the living room, the weight of the cryptic message crushing her already frayed nerves. Her gaze darted to the twins playing quietly on the carpet, oblivious to the storm brewing around them.
Julian entered with a determined look on his face, holding a small black device in his hand. "Found this in one of the twins' backpacks," he announced, placing the tracker on the coffee table.
Skylar froze. "What is that?"
"A tracker," Julian said grimly. "Someone's been keeping tabs on your every move."
Jasper leaned against the doorframe and snorted. "Typical. You leave loose ends, Julian, and this is what happens."
Julian's jaw clenched, and he flashed Jasper a sharp glare. "This isn't about me, Jasper. Focus on the real enemy."
Skylar stepped between them, her voice sharp. "Enough! We don't have time for your testosterone battles. Someone is threatening my children, and I need both of you on the same page."
