CHAPTER 94 - NO ACTRESS WAS A LAURENT
The air in the hospital corridor was still and sterile, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights above creating an almost eerie calm.
Christian's sharp eyes flicked over the door as it opened, but he didn't move. He had a way of making himself present without ever seeming rushed or unsettled. That was his gift. His curse, too, probably.
"Anastasia needs security around her. No matter what," Alexander's voice was firm as he spoke to Christian in low tones, his earlier emotion now buried behind layers of resolve.
"I agree," Christian nodded, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. He was already calculating the next steps.
Alexander continued, his mind racing, "Tighten the hospital's security. I don't think anyone would strike right now-"
"They could stoop low enough to do that. You never know." Christian's warning was pointed, measured.
