“Yes, sir,” one huge guy responded curtly while the other slanted her a sympathetic sideways glance.
They approached her chair and flanked her, and one of them dropped a hand on her shoulder.
“Do not touch her.” Christain surprised them all by snapping out the command.
“Sorry,” the security guard mumbled awkwardly.
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“You need to come with us, miss,” the other guy said, and Cami nodded, feeling defeated and exhausted. Her hand dropped protectively to her flat abdomen; the gesture was unconscious and seemed to draw his eye and darken his expression even further. She pushed herself up tiredly and grabbed one brawny guard’s arm for support as she swayed slightly. She held on to him as they both escorted her out of his office. She could feel Christain’s eyes boring into her back as she
