Sunlight peeked over the horizon, spilling warmth over the vast land. A cool morning breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the last traces of night, but it did little to distract Elion from the task at hand. Standing before the grand entrance of his mansion, he took in the sight before him—rows of men, all lined up in perfect formation, their gazes fixed on him with unwavering attention. Each one had been personally selected, handpicked to serve a single purpose—ensuring the security of the estate, and more importantly, the safety of one particular person inside.
Kade stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes sweeping over the gathered men. There was no mistaking his authority, but the way they looked at him spoke of something more—trust, respect, and understanding. He had trained many of them himself, and he knew just how ruthless they could be when given the right command.
