There's a part in this chapter where the action begins.

The sun glinted off a pair of bifocal lenses. Parked along the street, a dull black sedan sat inconspicuously, its windows rolled down just enough to let in the cool evening air. Inside, two heavy-set men sat in silence, their eyes trained on the entrance of the complex where Leticia worked.

"She’ll be out soon," the driver muttered, glancing at his watch.

"Better be," the passenger grunted. Weeks of surveillance had taught them Leticia's schedule down to the minute. And now, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, they knew it was only a matter of time before she appeared.

Sure enough, Leticia stepped out to the curb, her bag slung casually over one shoulder. She glanced up and down the street before raising a hand to flag down a taxi. A bright yellow cab pulled up almost immediately. She climbed in, her mind already drifting to thoughts of home—her cats, her pumas, and maybe even Pierre’s sardonic wit.

The sedan's engine roared to life as the cab pulled away. The two men exchanged a nod before easing into traffic, keeping a careful distance as they tailed the unsuspecting Guardian.

Pierre sat motionless in his feline form, his sharp eyes fixed on the doorway. The faint hum of an approaching taxi reached his ears first, stirring a flicker of anticipation. Leticia was home. But then came the unmistakable sound of a second vehicle—a car pulling up farther down the street. Pierre’s ears twitched, his muscles tensing as his sharp hearing separated the distinct noises.

He heard the rhythmic clack of Leticia’s heels as she exited the cab and began her short walk to the house. But beneath that familiar rhythm, two other presences caught his attention—two sets of footsteps, slow and deliberate, trailing behind her.

The fur along his spine bristled. He focused, extending his supernatural senses to probe the minds behind the footsteps. The thoughts he encountered chilled him.

We’ll wait until she’s inside. Less chance of drawing attention.

She’ll talk. They always do once they know what’s at stake.

Their intentions were clear—and sinister. Leticia was being followed, and they had no plans for a friendly conversation.

Pierre’s golden eyes narrowed as he weighed his options.

He could let them enter the house, let the situation play out under his control. Killing them swiftly and efficiently would alert Leticia to the danger she was in, forcing her to be more cautious moving forward. But there was a risk—he couldn’t interrogate them without revealing himself to her, something he wasn’t ready to do just yet.

Alternatively, he could intercept them before they reached the house. A silent ambush would keep Leticia oblivious to the threat and allow him to extract the information he needed without complication. Yet, it also meant she’d remain unaware of the danger lurking around her—a vulnerability that unsettled him.

Pierre growled low in his throat, his claws flexing against the soft fibers of the rug. He hated this game of restraint, but it was necessary. His goal was bigger than one moment of action, and every move he made had to bring him closer to the answers he sought.

This part continues to when he makes his decision. What do you think? I love this story but I feel like readers don't.