Ryan’s POV
The ride back to the mansion was tense, her body practically vibrating with anxiety beside me. I couldn't stop glancing at her, checking that she was still there, still safe.
When we arrived, I escorted her inside with my hand firmly on the small of her back. Protective. Possessive. Mine.
"I've increased security around the entire perimeter," I informed her as we walked through the foyer. "No one gets in or out without my approval."
Serena nodded, her eyes darting around the familiar space. It had been months since she'd stepped foot in what was once our home.
"Your old room is still available, but..." I hesitated, then decided to be direct. "I'd prefer you stay in the master suite with me. For security reasons."
She raised an eyebrow. "Security reasons?"
