he possibility of surveillance, of eyes watching. Jeffery's mind cataloged every detail, already planning contingencies for any misstep by Raven

room, moving with authority and precision. He guided her dir

ayed nothing. The nurse worked efficiently, her hands steady as she prepared eq

side table, a single message fl

ld, weighing the threat, assessin

pered. Jeffery drew his gun without hesitation. "You don't understand. They're waiting," the shado

like smoke. Jeffery's eyes locked onto the shadow, assessing every angle, every possibility. "Get out," he said, his voice ice cold. No emotion,

Logan. "Get the car ready. We're moving her." The room fell silent except for Clara's shallow breathi

ghts, shadows stretching along empty streets. Every intersection held risk, and Jeffery's eyes scanned

mperature, filtered and secure. The room was prepared for emergencies, spacious and methodical, held everything she might need. A private nurse waited, tools ready, m

locks monitored every hallway, every window. Jeffery moved around, checking systems, ensuring that no vulnerabilit

he significance of the Raven's Clan name, and why Clara had stepped forward in front of

ision. He had expected headlines, reports of the Rothwell attack, a flash of chaos in the

gone public. For tonight, Jeffer

beside her bed, his eyes fixed on her face. He leaned in, vo

" Jeffery turned, eyes narrowing. "What is it?" Logan's expression was grim

on this round, Jeffery. But next time, it won't be your Bride."

e a next time,

already left, leaving the space silent except for the faint sound of medical equipment. Her s

t speak at first. Clara's movements were hesitant as she tried

his tone calm but firm. "There are eyes watching, al

derstanding the wei