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She held up a hand “Elle” Her voice was hard, imperial “That’s who I am now”

So stubborn

“As you coue, like a secret dipped in honey

“What happens if I walk out the front door?”

As if he’d let that happen “The Fjende will find you and, eventually, kill you”

Pondering this bit of infor strand of silky reddish hair around her finger as she stared at hi inside him that he didn’t knoas there The idea was touchy-feely, weird, and completely unshakable He didn’t like it one bit

Elle crossed over to hi a half circle around hi hiaze lingering for a couple of beats on his pants, where his cock lay against his thigh Blood rushed to it in response, but he refused to move or adjust his stance She knehat she did to hih ass outside, a ony he’d no doubt jerk off to soon But he knew the score She was trying to exert control over the situation by et it Control was his Always

With deliberate care, she scraped her teeth across her pluh him that took his breath away “What happens if I stay?”

“I’ll keep you safe” He would No matter the cost

“Why?” she asked, a huskiness invading her tone

“It’s what I do” It’s how he’d get his revenge Finally

She stepped closer, her breath warainst his ear “Who are you?”

“Dominick Rasmussen” The lie came out smooth and soft, despite the way his body had hardened because of her nearness and the line of questioning

“Bullshit” Her laugh teased his skin, and then she was gone, striding across the library to her phone lying on the seat of an oversize leather chair She bent over, giving hiht green skirt of hers, and picked up her phone Turning, she scrolled through whatever was on the tiny screen “I still get cell coverage up here in the snowy boonies of these o you appeared out of nowhere, one of the wealthiest men in the Western He supply of cash”

“Everyone coain because it no longer existed, not the way he res as the memories flooded The blood The severed limbs The blank stares of the dead