Claire’s POV
“Hel-hello?” My voice betrays me, thin at the edges, breath not quite caught up.
“Claire.” His voice is calm. “Jeremy just called.”
Something loosens in my chest at the mention of my husband’s name, but it doesn’t release me completely. I hold myself still, listening from the seat I still have not vacated on the couch.
“You are safe,” Reed continues. “I want you to know that, okay?”
“Okay,” I murmur, the word small but sincere, and I do feel a bit safer at his reassurance. It causes me to frown… why do I feel safe with this man? It’s like I am becoming like the others I see here.
“The property is under twenty-four-hour camera monitoring,” he goes on. “And men are stationed around the perimeter tonight. No one comes or goes without my knowing it.” The words carry weight i
