Ronan’s POV
Chloe arrived at the compound three days after Alina left, looking like a ghost—pale, shaking, jumping at every sound. She’d taken an Uber, paid in cash, and spent the entire ride convinced she was being followed.
“She told me to come here,” Chloe said when we brought her into the war room. Her eyes were red-rimmed, exhausted. “Said you’d keep me safe. That Hart couldn’t reach me here.”
“She was right,” I assured her, motioning for her to take a seat. “You’re safe with us now. Nobody can harm you here.”
“Even Hart?” Chloe asked, clearly doubtful. “He’s the Police Commissioner. He has all the power—”
“Not here,” Jaxon interrupted sternly. “This is our ground. If he tries anything here, he’ll regret it.”
Chloe looked at the three of us—Jaxon with his bandaged knuckles, Madd
