Ezra sat back on the couch, his arm wrapped protectively around Olivia, who snuggled closer to him with her head on his chest. Together, they looked like they belonged in a magazine for comfortable furniture.
In front of them, Red paced the room, the sound of her boots muffled by the thick carpet covering the floor.
The secure wing of the mansion was nothing short of luxurious, with furniture both beautiful and comfortable, high ceilings, and windows covered with heavy drapes that kept out any prying eyes.
But despite the comfort available, everyone could feel the tension in the air.
The guards stationed outside the doors and roaming the grounds of the estate was a constant reminder that their presence here was both a privilege and a precarious position.
