Gwen stood in front of Damien, frustration burning in her eyes. “Please, let me go out today. I haven’t stepped out in days. My brother is gone. There isn’t much danger out there anymore.”
Damien’s gaze was cold and unmovable. “No, Gwen. Absolutely not.”
She huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m bored out of my mind here. I just want to breathe a little, have coffee with Sienna. That’s all.”
His jaw flexed as he leaned back in his chair. “If you want to go out, you’ll go out with my men. Two cars. Four guards. They don’t leave your side.”
Her face flushed in anger. “Like I’m some fragile egg?”
His voice cut sharp, final. “You are mine. And I won’t risk you.”
Gwen bit her lip, fighting back the urge to scream at him. She had no choice but to agree. “Fine. I’ll take your men.
