Hailey’s pov
The safe house looked nothing like what I expected....nothing like the cold, concrete hideouts you see in movies.
This was elegance wrapped in silence. High walls glimmered under soft garden lights, marble steps led up to a wide oak door, and men in tailored black suits stood guard with the kind of stillness that meant danger lived in their pockets.
Ryan didn’t speak as he walked me inside. His majestic built oozing power and authority.
Roy kept one hand hovering near my back, as if he knew I could collapse at any second.. I was grateful I had them.
My pulse pounded heavier the deeper we went. Every hallway felt too long, every turn too quiet. And then Ryan stopped in front of a room with a frosted glass door.
“She’s inside,” he said gently.
My fingers trembled around
