ctory. Later that day, as I walked from the coffee shop, a fake mugging was staged. Tw
was watching. I saw the flicker of conflict in his ey
ed from the passenger seat, her
n he made his choice. He slammed the car into re
leavi
rm stickiness of blood spreading through my shirt. As Ryan' s car sped away, I
world turning grey. The last thing I he
ad been clearing out. The wound in my side wa
tanding over me wit
he would always choose me.
to sit up. "
I did," s
xpression changed in an instant. She let out a
he attac
y to me, lying wounded on the fl
narled, grabbing my arm. "Yo
ped down on his shoulder, shoving him aside with effo
drew Scott. Former Special Forces, head of a global
embered. He knelt down and gently lifted
to Ryan, his voice a low, dangerous grow
he saw me in this powerful man's arms. "What, you're tradi
s arms and walked towards the door. Then, he stopped, turne
voice cold as ice, "she's with me no
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