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Theo holds me tighter, his hand cradling the back of my head. “We’re leaving. Right now.”

I don’t argue. I can feel the tension radiating from him, the barely restrained anger simmering beneath the surface. He’s livid, and for once, I’m glad. Andrew doesn’t deserve anything less.

A group of people is making a human wall to shield us as we leave the kitchen area and make our way outside to the SUV waiting for us.

As Theo leads me out of the hotel, Tad’s voice echoes behind us. “Don’t worry, Grace. He’s not going anywhere.”

Theo keeps his arm around me, his presence a protective barrier against the lingering fear. We climb into the car, and he immediately pulls me close again, his lips pressing against my hair.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve kept you safe.”

“It’s not your fault,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “You couldn’t have known.”

His jaw tightens, and he doesn’t respond. The car pulls away from the hotel, and Theo’s phone buzzes. He answers without letting go of me.

“Devon?”

I can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Theo’s expression shifts, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“Thank you,” he says finally. “Keep me updated.”

He hangs up and looks at me, his eyes softening.

“Andrew’s done.

They have proof he’s been stalking someone else, and he’s being charged with home invasion for that.

He won’t be able to hurt anyone again.

It goes against his probation and the restraining orders that he showed up here and made contact with you, adding in the home invasion and the stalking of another former client.

He won’t be going to any facility he can leave anytime soon.”

Relief floods through me, the weight of the night finally lifting. I rest my head against Theo’s chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

“We’re going back to England,” he says. “Where it’s safe.”

I nod, exhaustion pulling me under. I hadn’t realized how tense and scared I was…I mean, I know it’s common sense and all, but lying against Theo right now, I feel as though I just ran ten marathons in a row.

“He’s not going to come near you again.”

I’m not sure what the difference is, but I believe him wholeheartedly this time.

34

THEO

Isit on the cottage's front porch, the familiar creak of the wooden boards under my feet grounding me. The breeze off the lake carries the earthy scent of pine and water.

Grace is beside me, her legs tucked under her as she cradles a cup of tea. It’s peaceful—something we’ve both desperately needed.

A car pulls into the driveway, tires crunching on gravel, and I glance up to see Devon stepping out.

“I’m still surprised he made the flight,” Grace giggles.

“It’s different when you’re flying private,” I chuckle.

“Hey, Devon,” I say as I stand to greet him.

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