Chapter 341

[Cordelia]

I love my husband, but sometimes he can be a bit of a bully.

"Atlas, darling," I text. "Why do you have paramilitary officers guarding my townhouse?"

It takes only a few seconds for a reply.

"You know why. No details on the phone," short and to the point, yet cryptic and vague simultaneously. Damn it, Atlas!

"Am I not allowed to go on a walk without one? Must one watch me at all times?" I demand, gritting aloud through clenched teeth as I type to the amusement of my security detail whose lips quirk just slightly.

"2," is all he says in return. Strike two? Then it hits me. He's listing the number of times I've been kidnapped in the last year.

Grumbling I close my phone.

"Shall we, " the security officer smiles, his hand held out to indicate I follow him out the open door.

"Just let me pretend to be alone," I instruct the young man who has introduced himself as Jake. He's only a little taller than me, but underneath his well-tailored jacket is a gun and enough powerful musc