Page 49 of The Last Morgan

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Shadowing?"

Corey smirked. "You're not leaving anyone’s sight, princess."

Lucy made a face but didn’t argue.

"Understood," Damian said calmly, his brown eyes warm and steady. "My priority is Lucy."

Lucy cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Anything else?" she asked, desperate to break the tension.

Corey shrugged.

"We’ve also arranged a dummy schedule for you — normal activities, some public outings. To make it look like you’re not hiding."

Lucy nodded slowly, absorbing it all.

"And when Rebecca shows her hand?"

Corey’s smile turned sharp.

"Then we end this."

Lucy leaned back in her chair, letting the plan sink in.

Her phone buzzed again — another message from Corey.

Corey: "You and Byron... just be careful, okay?"

Her heart thudded painfully.

There were too many battles brewing around her. And inside her. And no amount of planning could protect her from the war that was coming.

Chapter 19

The front doors slammed open just as Lucy was finishing her coffee.

The noise startled her — and the tension in the house, already thick, snapped even tighter.

Her uncle stormed into the entrance hall, Aunt Lillian trailing behind him, their two spoiled children dragging their suitcases with dramatic sighs.

"What the hell is going on here?" her uncle barked, taking in the armed Black Doves moving quietly through the corridors, the buzzing radios, the sharp-eyed men at every corner.

Lillian gasped, clutching her pearls.

"This isn’t a home, it’s a military base!" she cried.

Lucy rose calmly from the sofa, setting her cup down.

"If you don’t like it," she said smoothly, "you’re free to leave."

The words echoed through the marble hall, cold and final.

Her uncle opened his mouth to argue — but then his eyes met Byron’s across the room, saw the dead seriousness there, and quickly shut it again.

Lillian huffed but said nothing more.

Corey came strolling in a second later, Damian at his side, looking far too amused for the tension radiating through the room.