***WATCH IT MINNA! IT'S ACTUALLY NICE ***
Saving the refined, high-priority dataset on his encrypted drive, Travis closed the heavy laptop lid with a soft click. He turned his head slightly, his dark, contemplative eyes landing on Jillyanna as she lay sleeping peacefully on the plush bed. Over the past forty-eight hours, she had been subjected to relentless public scrutiny, physical danger, and unnecessary emotional turmoil. A wave of profound, stinging guilt washed over him—she had suffered all of this simply because she carried his name and stood by his side.
"I will never allow anyone to separate us," Travis whispered into the quiet room, his deep voice thick with quiet resolve. He reached out, gently caressing a stray strand of hair away from her face before setting the laptop onto the bedside table.
