Braelyn's POV
I was livid.
Security. Raphael had to be fucking kidding me. I had never been more tempted to slap that calm face of his.
I had anticipated many things, but seeing two trained guards waiting to escort me for coffee still made my blood boil. It was not entirely beyond my imagination. Raphael had been suspicious all week. Paranoid, even. Still, I had hoped he would restrain himself.
"This is ridiculous," I said, folding my arms across my chest. "I am going for coffee, not fleeing the country. The Sinclair family have always been there. I have been safe. There is no need for security now."
The presence of two ex-military men in broad daylight would only attract unnecessary attention. Even in casual clothes, they couldn't hide their aura. They were at least 190cm tall. People would stare. They would talk. In our circle, nothing stayed private for long. I wasn't a caged bird.
