Chapter 64: Taran

"No, Mrs. Fuentes."

I narrow my eyes at the man in front of me, Grayson, my bodyguard turned jailor. He's blocking the door I'm trying to exit through. "Why?" I demand, hands on hips, trying to bury my annoyance. I knew leaving the apartment wasn't going to fly, but I'm over being cooped up. "Am I a prisoner?"

He clears his throat and shifts, looking distinctly uncomfortable, which is a funny look on a guy his size and scariness. He actually reaches for his gun and rests his hand on top of it. Probably a habit when he feels threatened. I swallow a grin at the possibility that I'm making this huge military man deeply uncomfortable. It's only going to get worse.

"Did my husband tell you to block me from leaving our apartment?" I demand stepping closer into his space.

"Commander Fuentes gave orders that you can't leave without permission and an escort. I don't have any excursions outside the apartment cleared with him."