Protecting You Claire Kingsley の小説・ストーリー

“And I realize he’s instructed you about your past. Things Alex and Ethan don’t realize .” “How do you understand that?” I asked. “Because Damien’s been making plans for this for years,” Claire stated . “He’s been amassing dust on anyone linked to the Graysons, looking ahead to the right second to apply it. He desires to burn the whole lot down—and he doesn’t care who gets stuck inside the flames.” “What do you need me to do?” I asked. “I need you to protect him,” Claire stated firmly. “You have extra electricity than you assume, Anita. If you're taking control of this narrative, you may keep Damien from destroying the whole lot .”

he demanded, his beta instincts kicking in, hand already on his radio to alert the guards. "Clara was attacked," I snarled, laying her on the bed and wrapping her in dry blankets. "Pushed into the pool from behind. She didn't see who. Seal the grounds—find anyone suspicious. Alive. I want answers." Kai's face hardened, a growl rumbling in his throat. "On it. Perimeter's locked; they won't slip through." He vanished into the night, barking orders that echoed through the estate. Clara clutched my hand, her fingers cold but grip fierce. "Tae, don't go after them alone. It's a trap-the rogues... whoever it was must be one of them." Her voice trembled, but there was steel beneath, her wolf stirri

"It's better this way. I'm sorry, Claire… I wish—" "Bullshit," I snap, leaning forward. My injuries are screaming, but the shock of betrayal is louder. "I know this city, and I know your escape routes. Northwood leads to the estates. Whose estate, Cassie? Levi's? Did he send you a nice little payment to deliver me back to his 'protection'?" She slams her hand down on the gearshift, but she doesn't slow. "Don't be ridiculous. I am protecting you. You are exhausted, Claire. You are not thinking straight."

The door opened, and two bodyguards stepped out first, followed by Nick and Khloe. Clarice froze for a moment, her pupils constricting in surprise, but she quickly regained her usual arrogance. She waved off the bodyguards who moved instinctively to shield her and stepped in front of Khloe. "Khloe, what are you doing here?" Khloe smiled lightly. "I came to see you." Clarice's eyes darkened as she glanced at the few people following Khloe and Nick. Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines and quickly lowered their heads. Khloe knew her movements—she had clearly underestimated her opponent.

"What if something goes wrong? What if Owen finds out we're planning something and he comes after me first?" "Then I'll kill him myself." The words came out flat, absolute. "Before he gets anywhere near you." She pulled back to look at me, searching for any sign I was exaggerating. But I meant every word. Owen Sinclair had tried to destroy Claire once. I wouldn't give him the chance to try again. "You mean that," she said, not quite a question. "Yes." "You'd actually kill someone for me." "Without hesitation." I cupped her face in my hands. "You're mine to protect, Claire. And I take that very seriously."

“Very well, Clara. We’ll keep this between us, and we’ll clear Irene out before she grows too bold.” Clara sagged with relief, her shoulders dropping. She reached out impulsively, gripping Lyana’s arm. “Thank you. If we act quickly, we can still protect Kieran. We can still protect ourselves.” Lyana looked at her, her expression unreadable. “Yes,” she said softly. “Protect ourselves.”

I said. “How?” she tried to keep her voice down. “Because this time it’s not fear.” She laughed sharply. “Oh? What is it then?” “Protection.” She stared at me like I’d just insulted her intelligence. “Protection from what? Aiden loving you?” “From what comes with it.” I stated. “Which is?” “Exposure.” That landed heavier than I expected. Claire’s anger softened slightly into something more calculating. “This is about Sofia.” she said.

Because this time around, we have a clue about who the key players are. ‘I think we will win this before they can set another trap. Keep up the good work, son. Don’t give up and get too frustrated. Let’s get together and plan how to get the shares from the people involved. We need to prevent them from doing too much damage.’ ‘Make sure you protect Clara. They’re going to target her next if they learn about your relationship. I’m not the only one noticing that you disappear every few weeks. Tongues are wagging, and make sure you can trust the people surrounding you.’

She grabbed a book she'd been reading and her new sunglasses, the price of which Shirley wouldn't disclose to her, probably for fear of her refusing to take them, and a picnic blanket. Obviously, everyone in the household cared about where she was going. Clare felt like a character in a game that has to unlock each level in order to escape. The first obstacle was the housekeepers, who asked her if they could prepare anything for her to munch on, some tea and all worldly sweet delicacies. The second obstacle was the bodyguards, who wanted to accompany her in case she was in some sort of danger or fall victim to a freak accident. Of course, Clare had to fend them all off, reassuring them that

Clay silenced him with a glance. “She wakes,” he said, as though speaking a law into existence. Aisha looked toward the bed. Toward me. Protect her, her eyes seemed to ask silently. “Yes,” Clay said, answering the unspoken question. “Protect her.” The word echoed strangely in my ears. Protect. From whom? From enemies outside the region? From loyalists who might wish to finish what the beast started? From council members who believed my survival complicated their plans? “From anyone,” Clay clarified.