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I reply. He turns away, walking toward the window again. His shoulders are rigid. “I will increase security,” he says flatly. “Elric will not get near you again.” “Because I’m a resource,” I murmur before I can stop myself. His head snaps toward me. “Because you are under my protection.” Protection. Not affection. Not love. Protection. Like a vault guarding something valuable. “I don’t need to be protected for your sake,” I say quietly. “It is not for my sake.” He spoke too calmly.

The new archive protocols—the specific security measures that required multiple signatures to access the dark applications journals, that logged every access, that automatically flagged extended engagement with restricted materials—were operational. It was not a guarantee. Nothing was. It was the available safeguard. She had built it and she was going to keep building. She thought about Sera's news through the week that followed. She had been thinking, since the plague year and its specific cost, about what she was protecting. The answer had always been: the work, the network, the people who depended on it. She was adding a new answer. She was protecting the specific future that was being bu

Not to her. To everything else. ⸻ Footsteps thundered somewhere nearby. More guards. ⸻ Within seconds, three of them appeared at the end of the corridor. Weapons raised. Alert. ⸻ “Sir.” ⸻ Damien turned. ⸻ “Seal every access point,” he ordered. “No one enters. No one leaves.” ⸻ “Yes, sir.” ⸻ The guards moved immediately. ⸻ Sienna wrapped her arms around herself without thinking.

He acknowledged it with a slight nod, his gaze already assessing, already weighing. Rowan took the head position without ceremony. Aiden didn’t look at me. The doors sealed with a muted thud that felt final. “This session is restricted,” Rowan said immediately. “What’s discussed here stays here.” No one argued. Silence tightened the room. “There are gaps in our security,” Rowan continued. “Not breaches. Gaps.” Aiden shifted…barely. “They’re consistent,” Rowan went on. “Purposeful. And known only to a very narrow circle.”

"I panicked and I flushed them all down the toilet" Damian ran his hands through his hair. He looked at the spilled powder on the counter. At the empty bottle on the floor. At me standing there shaking and crying. "You can't stay here anymore" he said. "This isn't safe. Karen knows how to get in. She has access somehow. She could do anything. She could hurt you. She could kill you" "I have nowhere else to go" I said. "Move to the penthouse" Damian said. He walked toward me. "Let me protect you. I have security there. Gates. Cameras everywhere. Multiple guards. She can't get to you there. She won't be able to touch you"

Severin cautioned, though his own expression suggested he found the theory disturbingly plausible. "But it fits everything else we've learned," Eliora pressed. "His restraint, his interest in my bloodline connection, Aveline's warning about containment rather than elimination." Severin's jaw tightened with barely controlled anger and fear. "If that's genuinely his intention, we need to significantly increase your personal protection, effective immediately. No unnecessary movement outside secure locations, comprehensive security whenever travel proves absolutely necessary." "I understand the necessity," Eliora said. "But Severin, we can't simply hide indefinitely, waiting for him to find what

“Not simply general security coverage, but dedicated protection focused entirely on ensuring nothing happens to you during this vulnerable process.” “I understand your concern,” I said. “But Ethan, if I’m surrounded by an obvious, heavy security presence, that might actually compromise the ritual’s delicate coordination requirements. Sarah’s been very clear that maintaining proper focus requires minimal distraction.” We debated this balance carefully over the following days, ultimately settling on discreet, carefully positioned protection that would remain unobtrusive during the actual ritual while providing genuine capability to respond immediately should any threat materialize.

“So, what do we do?” “We protect you,” I said, without hesitation. “This won’t happen again. Not here. Not anywhere.” I already had the plan in motion. “You’ll be on twenty-four-hour security now, Kane. Three guards, highly trained, will be stationed around you at all times. One inside the room, always. Two outside. They’ll rotate, but there will never be a moment you’re alone. Not until we find out who is behind this and make them pay.”

“Full principal?” “Yes.” There was a tiny fraction of a second when even Luca looked at Sebastian. I noticed all of it. “Sir, full principal includes security override, route approval, protected-person movement, medical emergency authorization, archive request visibility—” “I know what it means,” Sebastian said quietly. The man fell silent. “Equal access,” Sebastian repeated. “No secondary tier.”

Julian added, his dark eyes flashing with extreme possessiveness and absolute protection. "If anyone at the station or along the route makes a single suspicious move, eliminate them before they can even breathe near her or touch the hem of her clothes. Is that clear?" "Loud and clear, Sir!" Leon answered, bowing respectfully. "I guarantee Miss Elena will be one hundred percent secure under our complete lockdown." Julian leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. The icy, intimidating aura surrounding him hadn't faded, but the suffocating anxiety in his chest eased slightly under the weight of his ironclad security measures.