“Get that reporter,” Kieran said, his voice low as he side-eyed Damon.

Damon nodded immediately, then turned to the crowd and said something to the other men.

Kieran gently guided Genesis into the car, stepping in after her. The door shut with a soft thud, and he settled into the seat beside her. For a moment, he didn’t move toward her. He just watched her.

Her chest heaved with uneven breaths, sweat beading on her brow. The press conference had wrapped up only a few minutes after that reporter’s question—that question. And somehow, it hit Genesis harder than anyone realized.

She couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t just embarrassment—it was fear....