Jackson’s POV

“Move her,” I ordered, my voice steady, casual, as if I were talking about shifting furniture instead of a living woman. “Pack everything. We’re relocating.”

My men obeyed immediately, the chains at Adina’s wrists clanking as they stepped forward.

She stiffened. Her eyes darted from one guard to the other, fear and defiance battling inside her. She didn’t ask where we were going. She was smart enough to know that questions wouldn’t earn her answers.

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