As Court adjusted his tie, his gaze flicked to the mirror, catching sight of her moving across the room. The daughter of a powerful tech tycoon, she had grown up surrounded by wealth and security, but tonight the stakes were higher. Threats against her father’s empire had escalated, and now Sierra Six—Court Gentry—was tasked with her protection.

She moved with grace, but there was an air of reluctance in the way she adjusted her earrings, as if she'd rather be anywhere but preparing for this event.

Her usual air of confidence seemed thinner, more fragile. Court knew she was used to being in control, but tonight, she had to trust him.

He checked his weapon, concealed beneath his tailored suit. The charity gala they were headed to wasn’t just an event—it was a potential trap.

“You always this quiet?” she asked, fastening her bracelet, her voice betraying a hint of nerves.

“Depends on the job,” Court replied quietly, in the same tone you've heard for all these months you've known each other, his gaze scanning the room.