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CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED & NINETY-FOUR: Meredith's Grandmother
[Meredith].
"But she won't be unsafe." Draven's tone shifted to calm and certain. "Moonstone Pack is still under my authority. Madame Beatrice will keep her close and won't let anyone get near her without permission."
I hesitated. "Even your father?"
Draven's jaw tightened, just a fraction. "Especially my father."
That answer settled something in my chest.
I leaned back against the seat, exhaling slowly. "I just don't like leaving her. Not after everything."
"I know," he said. Then, more quietly, "But you don't have to carry that worry too. I won't let anything happen to her."
I looked at him. He wasn't promising for comfort's sake. He meant it.
And somehow, that steadiness made the rest of my nerves resurface stronger. Because if he could protect everyone so confidently, then the truth waiting for him would hurt all the more.
I turned back to the window as the convoy pressed forward.
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