Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his thick black hair. The woman always made him talk too much, a lot more than he used to.

“Not necessarily living in fear, but it’s good to take precautions like this.”

“B-But... I don’t want to feel like I’m being watched all the time,” Kourtney protested, her voice quavering as she held the phone tightly to her ears.

“That’s why I told my people to make it as unobtrusive as possible. They’d only observe you from the sidelines and step in only when you’re in need of help or in danger,” Sebastian assured her, his voice softening to dimensions he never even knew...