As we stepped out of the building, Aurelian's hand remained possessively firm on my waist, radiating both comfort and silent authority. I caught sight of curious neighbors peeking through parted curtains and slightly ajar windows, their faces filled with speculation. I couldn’t blame them—five sleek, black cars lined the street like a presidential convoy, engines purring quietly. It wasn’t exactly subtle.
To my surprise, Aurelian guided me to the passenger seat of the first car and opened the door for me himself, ever the gentleman. Then he circled the hood and got into the driver’s seat, his movements smooth and deliberate. Rachael and Collins slipped into the back, their conversation hushed but alert. Behind us, the four ever-present guards took their place in the following vehicle, eye
