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The quiet after the sensors went off never fully returned. Killian stayed sharp, checking the feeds every few minutes, gun always within reach. He went to the small office corner of the cabin to review the security logs more carefully. I followed and leaned against the doorway. His back was tense as he scrolled through the tablet. “Something’s wrong,” he said after a long silence. “The outer sensors triggered, but the pattern is clean. Too clean. Like they knew exactly where the blind spots were.” I stepped closer. “How is that possible? You said this place was off-grid.” Killian’s jaw tightened. He pulled up another screen. The GPS logs from the vehicle we had used and the cabin’s secondary tracker. His face went colder. “Someone accessed the backup location data,” he muttered. “From the mansion through my office system. The log shows a pull late last night.” My stomach dropped. Only a few people had access to that office. Dante. Father. And the people who came and went freely n

“You did good,” he said against my hair. As Killian released me and moved back to the feeds to check for the remainder of Lorenzo's men, the distant roar of engines cut through the trees. Before I could answer, headlights swept across the reinforced windows. Multiple vehicles were outside. Then I heard voice. Familiar ones and they were calling out codes. Dante. Marco. Enzo. The cavalry had arrived. Killian stepped back just enough to put a professional distance between us, but it was already too late for perfect appearances. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, open enough to show the edge of his tattoos and the sheen of sweat on his chest. No tactical vest. He had never put one on when the sensors first went off. We had been too close, too focused on each other before the breach. My scent was all over him. I could smell it myself. The mix of my perfume, and the faint trace of sex from the night before that still lingered on both of us. The front door burst open. Dante cam

Killian had barely sat on the edge of his bed, blood still drying on his lip, when the door to his rooms slammed open. Dante filled the doorway like a storm given human form. Marco and Enzo were right behind him. The look on Dante’s face was worse than any expression I had seen in the basement. The controlled Don was gone. What stood in front of us was pure, nuclear rage. “You,” he said, pointing at Killian. “My best friend. My right hand. The man I trusted with my life and my family’s life. And you.” His eyes cut to me. “My sister.” I stepped in front of Killian again without thinking. “Dante....” “Do not speak.” His voice shook with the effort of not shouting. “You have no idea what you’ve done. Both of you. You have polluted this family. You have taken something that was never yours to take and turned it into a weapon against everything we are.” Killian rose slowly to his feet behind me. I felt the heat of his body, the careful way he moved around the bruises. He didn’t try to

We walked into the main study together. Father stood behind the desk with a ruthless expression on his face. He looked like he had been woken with bad news. His eyes were assessing us. Dante, Marco, and Enzo flanked him. Bianca was notably absent. The air in the room felt too thick to breathe. Father’s gaze moved from me to Killian and back again. He took in the bruises on Killian’s face, and noticed the way we stood close to each other. “Explain,” Father said. One word. I didn’t wait for anyone else to speak. “I’m pregnant. It’s Killian’s. Dante was going to kill him for it. I told the truth to stop it.” Father’s expression didn’t change, but something dangerous moved behind his eyes. “A Vance princess does not carry a child out of wedlock. She does not shame this family by getting pregnant for a bodyguard. She does not stand in my study and announce that she has been careless with the bloodline.” “I’m not ashamed,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I love him. The chil

Breakfast the next morning felt like walking into a trap. The long table was set as usual. Father sat at the head. Dante to his right. Marco and Enzo in their places. I took my seat with careful movements, the way someone nursing early nausea might. My lie had to hold in every small detail. Killian was still locked in the dungeon. Although I bought us a little time with the fake test, I do not plan on wasting it by slipping in front of the wrong eyes. Bianca was already there. She watched me the moment I entered with a small, sharp smile on her lips. She had been quiet and invisible since the night we came back from the cabin, even when I screamed my love for Killian in the basement. But silence from her was never peace. It was waiting. I poured water instead of coffee and took a small piece of toast. The performance was deliberate. A pregnant woman in the early weeks might avoid strong smells and rich food. I let my face show a mild discomfort when a platter of eggs passed near me.