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The house felt strangely quiet the next morning, the kind of quiet that did not soothe but unsettled, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. Liana descended the staircase slowly, fingers trailing along the polished railing, aware of the subtle shift in the air. The Carver estate was never truly silent; someone was always moving, someone was always training, someone was always yelling for someone else to hurry up.But today felt different.It felt like her brothers were waiting for her.And that usually meant trouble.When she reached the bottom step, she saw Leo in the living room, seated rigidly on the couch, elbows on his knees, shoulders tense beneath the black shirt stretched across his broad frame. Cassian was by the window, arms folded and expression unreadable, his dark eyes watching the driveway as though expecting an enemy convoy. And Dante—well, Dante was pacing, both hands buried in his hair, muttering under his breath about how stress was going to give h

The evening settled over the Carver estate with a kind of deceptive quiet, the kind that pressed softly against the windows and seeped beneath the doors, wrapping the house in a strangely delicate stillness that felt nothing like peace. Liana sat curled into the corner of her bed with her knees drawn close to her chest, her fingers lightly grazing the blanket as if trying to ground herself in something familiar and unmoving, something that didn’t shift like the emotions inside her or the storm she felt slowly tightening its hold around her family. She had tried several times to convince herself she was simply exhausted, that her mind was running in circles because she hadn’t slept properly since the attack, but the truth was far more complicated, even if she wasn’t yet ready to look directly at it.Her gaze drifted toward the window again, tracing the faint shimmer of moonlight stretching across the driveway, and it struck her how even the night seemed to hesitate around the house—as

The words hung in the air, heavy enough to reshape the room itself, bending the silence until it felt sharp and pointed, pressing against Liana’s skin with an intensity she had never experienced before. She tried to breathe, but even the simple rise and fall of her chest felt foreign, as though her lungs were unsure whether air still belonged inside them.“Protecting me… for months?” she repeated once her voice finally returned, but it didn’t sound like her voice at all. It sounded like someone standing at the edge of something enormous, something she had unknowingly been walking toward in the dark.Adrian didn’t blink. He didn’t move. He stood like a man who had accepted the weight of responsibility long before he wanted to, long before he was prepared, long before he had the chance to choose. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Months.”Leo stepped closer to her, almost as if he anticipated the floor losing its stability beneath her feet. She didn’t fall, but her knees trembled enough that she

The house was unnervingly quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that didn’t simply fill a space but infected it, seeping into every corner and lingering there like a warning. Liana felt it immediately the moment she stepped inside — the lights low, the air still, the familiar warmth of home stretched thin by tension so thick it could almost be touched. Her brothers were somewhere within the house, each of them carrying their own version of the storm that had erupted earlier, and even though no one had spoken about it yet, she could feel the lingering weight of unasked questions and unspoken worries following her like shadows.She dropped her bag on the small table near the hallway, exhaled slowly, and pressed a hand to her forehead. The day felt endless, from the morning’s unexpected confrontation at the hospital to Viktor’s confession to the emotional weight of facing her brothers afterward, and now, as silence wrapped around her, she realized how exhausted she truly was — physically

The hospital corridor smelled faintly of antiseptic and dust, the kind that lingered no matter how many times the floor was scrubbed. Liana felt it hit the back of her throat as she walked, Viktor keeping pace beside her. His steps were long, quiet, calculated—like he knew every inch of this place and had no intention of letting anything surprise him.Which made sense. This was Viktor.He didn’t do surprises. He didn’t do uncertainty. And after everything that happened—the attack, the threats, her near-kidnapping—he couldn’t afford to.Liana’s fingers brushed his hand, timid at first, then lingering. She wasn’t sure if she reached for him, or if he reached for her, or if both of them simply met halfway out of unspoken instinct.Either way, Viktor tightened his grip.“You’re still thinking about him,” he murmured.She blinked. “Who?”He raised a brow. “Leo.”Her heart stuttered. “Viktor, I wasn’t—”