(LIAM'S POV)
I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, the baby's cries growing louder in my ears. I positioned myself between Marie, her son, and the guns. I held up my hands, palms out, my heart hammering so hard I thought it would burst through my ribs.
"Wait! Please!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "Don't hurt them! Don't hurt her or her son! I'll take the baby! I'll take care of it! Just leave them alone!"
The guards snapped their attention to me. Guns swung in my direction. I heard the safety clicks, the metallic 'chk-chk' of rounds being chambered.
I had never been so terrified in my entire life.
The man in sunglasses turned his head slowly, like a predator sizing up prey that had just wandered into its path. He said something in French, his voice dripping with contempt.
I didn't understand a word.
But I didn't need to.
