The sounds from the shelter changed. The children's excited shouts were replaced by confused whispers. The gentle hum of activity was replaced by a tense, watchful silence. Levi's guards moved with silent efficiency, their presence now an undeniable, suffocating blanket.
Levi pulled Lyse further into the garden, behind a large rosemary bush, screening them from any windows.
"Stay here," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
His eyes still darted around nervously. He did not trust anyone but himself to keep her safe.
"Don't move. I'm going to help with the sweep."
"You're leaving me?" The accusation was sharp, a flash of her fear colouring her voice.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones tenderly. "I'm never leaving you. I'm just going to the edge of the garden. I can still see you from there. I can still hear you. I will be right here. But I need to direct this."
