CHAPTER 8: LAW OF THE BEAST
The knock hadn’t even faded before Kael was moving. He didn’t panic, didn’t shout — his whole demeanor shifted into something colder, sharper, like a blade sliding free of its sheath.
“Stay here,” he said, his voice flat and final. “Lock the door behind me. No one gets in but me or Jax. If anyone else calls your name, don’t answer.”
“Kael —” I started, reaching for him.
He paused, his expression softening just a fraction as he caught my hand and squeezed tight. “Trust me. This isn’t a fight we win with fists. Not this time.”
Then he was gone, the steel door clicking shut and locking with a heavy thud.
I stood alone in that high-tech office, my heart hammering against my ribs. Protective custody. Julian had twisted the law into a weapon, just like he twiste
