Darcel:
Rowan stepped forward, her expression resolute as she addressed Bain, Saint, and Gaitlin.
"You three stay here with Darcel and Clyde. Protect Frankie with everything you have. Do not let her out of your sight."
Bain's brow furrowed. "Rowan, I should be going with you. If this is about Nettie—"
"No." Her voice was firm, cutting through his protest. "We need you here. If Nettie is moving faster than we anticipated, she may have other plans. Frankie is vulnerable, and I trust you to ensure nothing happens to her."
Saint crossed his arms, his sharp gaze flicking to Frankie's frail form on the bed. "And if she comes here?"
"Then you fight," Rowan said, her tone brooking no argument. "You fight like hell and hold this ground, and if you get the chance, kill the b.i.t.c.h. We can't
