“She didn’t see them clearly,” I say, which is technically true. “Wrong place, wrong time.”
Knox’s jaw tightens but he accepts this. “Dr. Patel says she needs to stay put for at least two days. I’ve arranged for around-the-clock monitoring at the resort clinic.”
“She’s staying here,” I hear myself say. “In the penthouse. Not… Not the medical wing.”
Knox’s eyes snap to mine. “Here?”
“She’s not safe in her own room. Whoever attacked her might try again.” I’m using his own logic against him and we both know it. “Here she’s protected. Here we can control who has access.”
“Absolutely not.” His voice is flat, final. “She’s not recovering in our home, Ember. I’ll double the guards at the clinic. Triple them if necessary. But she’s not staying here.”
“Knox—”
“Did she say something to you?”
