n't s
breath shallow, afraid that even blinking too loudly might wake him. His breathing was heavy with
y movement stung. But it wasn't the ache in my b
e burned into my memo
out from under Marcus's arm. He stirred but didn't wake. I moved like I had a t
clicked shut behi
en did I
rror wa
beginnings of a bruise already blooming at my temple like a d
routine now. Just another step in becoming Isla Langford, the polished wi
tion could cover the tru
ne else was in
he was in danger. I wasn't capable of protecting mys
looked at me more tha
en us was a moment too long, a gla
bastian Hale had done-or hadn't done. What mattered was what M
o get someone kil
lf, frying eggs and pretending not to notice the bruises that weren't quite hidden.
ce, I kept m
he security guard nodded. I smiled back, me
d as I pressed the button for the 24th floor. Not from fear this time,
gy when I stepped out. Phones rang. Laptops clic
and buried myself in reports. I was good at dis
g the quarterly investor notes
to look up to k
d," Sebas
ed up. "
tood
ed. Too long. Not with the softness of concern, bu
early,"
ork to ca
a good job. Not perfect. The makeup cracked slightly near m
nce room in ten. Bring the nu
s, s
r shift around me. Like something unsaid was
nce after I handed him the notes. He was all business, composed, clear, intimidating in the way p
a habit I'd
led i
hers. But as I started to follow
d, stay a
ice the lim
ing to talk abou
, slow an
hind the last employee. S
ously. But with that same quiet stillness I'd seen the night of the gala, when he fo
did
alright?
I lied,
"You left someth
straighten
of his suit and pulled out a dif
the one I'd given to
panic mingle
aid, offering it, his eyes caref
they could have. And for the briefest se
I thinki
I said. "That
people don't use cards anym
eel solid," I said bef
icked to min
d. "Safe is
It was a luxury
. It stretched a
l be meeting with the Paragon Group tomorrow. Wear
he bruise. No kindness. Just
eel I was hopin
d. "Unde
I didn't glance back. But my heart was beatin
hat he
And he was choo
he was choos
**
e, I moved l
rug. Marcus had cleaned up. The shat
ot the
t. Too quiet. An
spoke. Barely
worse tha
t he was
rd only ever thoug
ntr
speak, his words we
e the strategist. Bu
fro
t me. Just kept c
ws exactly what he wants," he c
grip to loose
I said, voice even.
d his lips. No
we'll see,
al away. I'd lo
de it to the bedroom, locked the door behind me, and sa
as ci
just
stian
I could d
or aff
for
moment Marcus
se he
d, someone woul
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