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Danil

Do you????

I roll my eyes as another message comes through.

Danil

I can literally feel you rolling your eyes at the screen!!!

I can’t help but laugh. He knows me too well.

Me

I PROMISE I’ll ask for help…

Danil

Good, now get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. x

I love it when Danil puts a kiss at the end of his messages. I know it likely doesn’t mean anything, but the way my heart flutters in my chest makes me wish it did.

The more I get to know Danil, the harder it is to ignore the fact that I’m developing feelings. There isn’t a side to him I don’t like, and that both excites and terrifies me.

If only I could work up the courage to actually do something about it…

9

DANIL

I haven’t hada full night’s sleep in days.

This deep-rooted fear has been plaguing me since I killed Isaak, and it’s gotten to where I’m terrified to even go to sleep, because every time I close my eyes, I’m back in the warehouse, standing over Isaak. But instead of kicking the shit out of him, he is the one beating me up.

Every blow is a reminder of how I failed to protect Emily and how much worse it could have been.

And inevitably, the scene changes, and it’s no longer Isaak standing over me, beating me up. It’s Igor.

And his words chill me to the core. “She’ll be next.”

I wakeup in a cold sweat, feeling anything but refreshed. The words still ringing loud and clear in my ears, and I hastily jump out of bed and get into the shower, turning the water onto the coldest setting.

As much as it sucks to be stuck in this nightmare, it is a reminder that if I don’t take care of this threat, Emilywillend up dead.

After my shower, I quickly dress and head over toEspionageto pick up Luca’s car. He’s been kind enough to lend it to me whenever I can’t follow Emily on foot, and he never asks questions. Probably because I lend him my Porsche in exchange, which is a serious step up from his ancient Prius.

Thankfully, Anton isn’t at the bar when I arrive, which is an added bonus.

Balancing watching Emily and managingEspionagewas becoming impossible; so I’ve taken myself off the rotation for the next two weeks while Dimitri and I try to get a handle on this situation with Igor.

From how silent Anton has been over the past couple of days, I don’t think he’s realized. But when he does, he’s going to cut off my balls and serve them up on a silver platter.

“Thanks again for this, Luca.” I slide the keys to my car across the bar.

“Honestly, man, we can just swap permanently if you like.” Luca grins.

He looks surprisingly fresh, considering how early it is.

“Nice try. If there’s even so much as a scratch on the paintwork?—”

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