Naomi POV
The door handle turns.
My heart stops. Kaelen spins around, his body blocking me. His hand reaches for the gun hidden under his jacket.
But the door does not open.
A knock. Soft. Hesitant.
"Mr. Aaron? It is Mary. I brought tea."
Kaelen exhales. He opens the door a c***k. "Not now, Mary."
"But the young miss looked so pale—"
"Not now."
Mary's footsteps fade.
Kaelen closes the door. He leans against it. His eyes meet mine.
"We need to move you," he says. "Tonight."
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That was three days ago.
Now I sit on a narrow bed in a small apartment on the other side of the city. The windows are barred. The door has three locks. The neighborhood is quiet. Too quiet.
Kaelen brought me here himself. He drove. He did not speak. He just held my hand so tight it hurt.
"Henderson c
