The moment the glass double doors slid open, a heavy silence seemed to ripple through the bustling lobby of the Blackwood empire.
"Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," the security team at the front desk chimed in unison, straightening their shoulders and standing perfectly at attention.
"Morning," Killian rumbled, not even slowing his stride, his attention completely focused on guiding Raya safely through the crowd.
But as they walked past, the guards couldn't help but exchange wide-eyed, stunned glances with one another. Killian’s large, heavy arm was wrapped securely around Raya's waist, holding her close against his side in a gesture that was fiercely protective and undeniably possessive.
The security team—and just about every employee in the lobby—began nudging each other, whispering fur
