The sleek black SUV slid to a graceful halt in the driveway of the opulent London townhouse, its tires crunching softly over the gravel like they were trying not to announce their arrival. Eliana stepped out carefully, one hand instinctively resting on the gentle curve of her pregnant belly. The evening air kissed her cheeks with a cool bite, and she inhaled slowly, grounding herself.
Behind her, Will, Liam, Jax, Viktor, and Oliver emerged from the vehicle in practiced unison—broad shoulders, sharp eyes, and the kind of presence that made the house look even more guarded than it already was. They exchanged murmured jokes and subtle nods before dispersing around the property, their silhouettes stretching long beneath the warm glow of the streetlamps.
Eliana barely noticed them.
Her gaze had already locked onto the man waiting by the door.
