CHAPTER 112

It was days before we finally started piecing things together. I’d been shaken ever since that night in the parking lot—the masked attacker, his hexagon pendant glinting in the dim light, the coldness of his grip, and the terror of nearly being overpowered.

Ever since that night, I’d felt different: nervous, always glancing over my shoulder, afraid of being alone. Thiago, seeing how deeply it affected me, had taken it upon himself to ensure I’d never be left unprotected again.

A private driver now took me everywhere, with two elite guards shadowing my every move, and Thiago was unrelenting in making sure I never went to the office without one of them close by.

The entire situation weighed on me, but I also felt safer with Thiago’s presence and his determination to root out whoever was behind this.

After one of our evening dinners, just as we’d finished eating, Callum arrived with his findings, joining us in Thiago’s study. He was carrying a file under his arm and wore a look of res