Asher and Noah both fervently cautioned me against the reckless decision to seek out Giovanni. The mere thought of approaching the border seemed ludicrous to them, and I could sense their determination to thwart my plans at every turn.
I couldn't say I was truly shocked by their reactions; it was simply their way of showing how deeply they cared for my well-being. That was all it was—a protective instinct that felt both comforting and suffocating.
Just then, another figure entered the room, and my eyes landed on Spencer’s brother, James. I recognized him instantly as the warrior I had aided during that chaotic first attack. He was now stationed to guard the packhouse, his watchful gaze evidently fixed on me as well.
This only amplified the feeling of being trapped, as if my freedom had
