Caught in the Crosshairs

THE WATCHER

~GAEL POV~

{24 HOURS EARLIER}

The plastic edge of the safety glasses pressed into my head, which was wet with sweat.

It was eighty degrees in Marbella, and the sun was going down, leaving behind a hot and sticky feeling on my skin. I lay on my stomach in the dirt, the scent of crushed pine needles and dry earth filling my nose, but I was shivering.

I wasn't shaking from the cold. I was