#Chapter 83: Hidden Watchers

Kane's discovery the next morning sent chills through my entire body that had nothing to do with the cool autumn air. Listening devices, hidden throughout my private spaces like electronic spiders spinning webs of surveillance, violating every intimate moment we'd shared. "They've been watching us," I whispered, feeling dirty and exposed as Kane carefully extracted another tiny device from behind my bedroom mirror. "Everything we've said, everything we've done..." The violation was complete and devastating. My sanctuary, the one place where I'd felt safe enough to be vulnerable with Kane, had been compromised. Every tender moment, every whispered confession, every intimate touch had been recorded and analyzed by unknown enemies. Kane's jaw was tight with barely controlled fury as he methodically searched my quarters, his hands gentle despite his anger as he found device after device. Five in total, strategically placed to capture every conversation, every sound, even the most pri