For three days, the master suite became our entire universe.
Kaelen refused to let me leave the room. He refused to let anyone but Jax step foot inside, and even then, Jax was only permitted to stand in the doorway while delivering meals and security reports. The mole who had given Silas the blueprints was still out there, hiding within the ranks of the syndicate, which meant Kaelen's paranoia had violently metastasized.
He was injured, running a slight fever from the bullet wound I had stitched, but he was more dangerous than ever. He ran his empire from the massive dark oak bed, a burner phone in one hand and his silver pistol resting on the nightstand beside him.
And he watched me. Constantly.
If I walked into the adjoining bathroom, the door had to remain open. If I stood by th
