Damien stilled for a moment, her words sinking into him. Then his arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against his chest, his chin brushing the crown of her head.
“You don’t have to ask me for that, love,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “You know I’ll do everything to keep the both of you safe. No one will touch him—especially you. Not while I’m breathing.”
He pressed a kiss into her hair, his hand splaying wide over her stomach as if to anchor her. “You have my word.”
“Thank you,” Maya whispered, her voice soft but weighted with relief.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Anything for you, love. When we return, I’ll make the arrangements right away. I’ll find the safest, most comfortable place for you and Jaime. A place where you can both truly be at ease.”
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