The master suite of the penthouse remained completely untouched by the chaos that had ripped through the eastern wing. It was a pristine sanctuary of dark wood, plush carpets, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a city that had no idea a war had just been fought in the sky.
Julian carried Maya across the threshold. Her head rested against his chest, her eyes heavy with an exhaustion so profound it looked painful. Marcus walked closely behind them, carrying baby Alex, while Leo and Mia flanked the security chief, their small hands gripping Marcus's tactical belt for comfort.
Set a perimeter, Julian ordered as he gently laid Maya onto the center of the massive king-sized bed. No one crosses this floor without my direct authorization.
Understood, sir, Marcus replied quietly. He carefu
