Back inside Iron Hollow, the air felt calmer, the immediate storm having passed, leaving behind the quiet hum of post-battle tension. Rafe and I retreated to my little room, the 'reinforced closet' that had become my sanctuary. He’d brought his laptop, a more advanced piece of hardware than my own, and a tangle of cables.
“Alright, boss,” he said, setting up on the narrow cot, making himself surprisingly comfortable. “Operation: Make Kaelin Invisible to the Bad Guys is a go. First, we’re going to set up a secure comms channel. Encrypted, untraceable. Only you and a select few will have the key. Cain, Milo, me. And you, obviously.”
I watched him work, his movements efficient and practiced. He wasn’t just a biker; he was clearly skilled in areas I hadn’t anticipated. “Untraceable? Like, ‘J
