Caught in His Arms

Kaelen stood in the doorway, a portrait of polished indifference. His sharp gaze flicked toward Declan, measuring the younger man for a fraction of a second, before dropping to Clara. Her pale face betrayed a swirl of panic and hesitation, a silent plea hanging in the sterile hospital air.

He read the room in an instant.

"Mrs. Vance was injured at the specific orphanage my corporation sponsors,"