Chapter Forty Eight

Nora's P.O.V

Killian’s smirk sharpened. “We’ll work on it.”

We walked back toward the house, Killian’s hand never leaving my lower back—a silent, possessive anchor.

Behind us, his men—our men now—moved with quiet precision. No words. Just action. They fanned out without needing orders, taking pos...

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