Emily's POV
The fear of Marco returning with more men gripped me tightly, making it hard to breathe. Each step I took felt heavy, weighed down by the terror that still coursed through my veins. I insisted that we leave immediately, even though my body was far from fully healed. Jason, despite his visible reluctance, agreed. He took my hand firmly in his, his touch steady and grounding, and led me out of the hospital. His eyes never wavered, constantly scanning our surroundings for any hint of danger, every movement precise, calculated, and vigilant.
We moved with a battalion of men, each one assigned to ensure my safety. For a fleeting moment, I felt like a president, surrounded by my own private army. The sensation was both comforting and surreal. Yet the reassurance was temporary, a th
