Page 163 of His Juliet

His eyes were tight as he nodded. “I got it from Leona. The Irish have developed a GPS chip that’s small enough to be injected under the skin but powerful enough to send a signal to my phone wherever you are.”

My jaw dropped. “You want to put that inside me?”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “There’s already a tracker embedded in your ring.”

I stared at my ring, trying to figure out where a tracker could be hiding. It must be miniscule. “If there’s one in my ring, why do you need to inject me with another one?”

“Because I’m not taking any chances, Juliet. You could take your ring off or lose it somewhere. Someone could take your ring across the country while they steal you away in the opposite direction.”

Romeo’s jaw was set in that stubborn way that told me he wouldn’t budge on this. This was the most unhinged, absurd, possessive thing I could imagine… so why did I like it? I’d spent my entire life feeling lost. As twisted as it was, the thought of the man I loved always being able to find me made me feel safe.

I took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

I held my arm out. “Do it fast before I wake up fully and realize you are an actual psycho for wanting to do this.”

Romeo didn’t make me wait. The alcohol wipe was cool on my skin as he cleaned it. “I have to inject the lidocaine first.”

I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see the needle go in. My nose scrunched at the sting, but it was over quickly.

Once my arm was numb, Romeo positioned the injector against my skin.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” I asked, eyeing the device.

Romeo pointed at a small scab on his upper bicep. “I would never do something to you if I wasn’t completely sure it was safe.”

I gently ran my finger over the spot in his skin. “You have a tracker?”

He nodded.

A slow smile spread across my face. “Does this mean I get to track you?”

He gripped my chin and leaned in for a kiss. “Of course. I want you to be able to hunt me down and have your way with me.”

My cheeks flushed and I rolled my eyes. “Stop flirting with me right now.”

“Never.” He pressed the autoinjector against my arm. “Take a deep breath, baby.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced the air into my lungs. The injector clicked, and I felt a deep pressure in my arm, almost like a bruise.

Then Romeo’s lips were soft against mine. “You did so well for me.”

I braved a look. Romeo had wrapped gauze around the small injection site.

“Tell me if it starts hurting or bothering you in any way.”

I flopped back on the mattress with a sigh, adrenaline still coursing through me. “Somethingelseis bothering me right now.”

Romeo braced himself over me, grinning. “Who’s flirting now?”

Laughter burst from my chest, unexpected and wonderful. Romeo’s eyes widened and his lips parted. He looked at me like I was magic, but it was all because of him. His love left me utterly transformed.

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JULIET

Sofiya

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