HUNTER'S POV
I can see it in her eyes: the quiet frustration, the subtle tension in her shoulders, the way she sighs when she catches Matt or Sean lurking in the shadows. Cyrilla didn’t have to say a word; I knew the over-protection was getting to her.
Cyrilla is independent, a free spirit. And yet here I am, keeping her under constant watch, flanked by guards every minute of the day.
She thinks this is still punishment for trying to hurt herself.
She doesn’t know there’s a much bigger reason—one I can’t tell her. And I hate that. I hate keeping her in the dark, shutting her out when all I want is to let her in. But it’s not an option. Not yet. She’s not ready for the truth.
With Frieda’s premonition looming like a storm cloud, I couldn’t afford to take risks with her safety. But I a
