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I swallow a groan.

Dammit, they are the enemy!

Or, are they?

Because right now, I don’t have confirmation of anything — no instruction, no clarity, no direction at all.

I’m just caught here in this glamourous alternate reality where I’m perpetually on diaper and spit-up duty, lusting after the forbidden.

Somehow that seems like it can be even more deadly than any alternative.

CHAPTER15

DANTE

Idon’t know how much time has passed since Anya dozed off.

Seconds…minutes…hours?

Feels like I’ve been sitting in this spot forever, just watching her.

I stand up from the couch and fold my arms over my chest, staring as her body gently quakes with calm breaths.

Who are you really, Anya?

Her face is relaxed, angelic even. Her mouth is slightly open, hair splayed over the back of the couch.

I’d like to say she’s so exhausted because of what I did to her earlier.

But something tells me there’s a much bigger burden weighing on her, a façade she’s desperately trying to keep in place.

It’s familiar to me because it reminds me of myself, closed off from everything that can possibly compromise me and my ability to do my job.

We’re so damn alike. Maybe that’s why I’m so tangled up in her net. I couldn’t pull away if I tried.

She gave me more than I’d ever thought she would when she told me about her family.

But I want more.

Hell, I want everything.

I raise my arms to the back of my head, stretching out my limbs as I pace around the room, Anya and Aisling completely oblivious to my angst.

What happened between her and her brother? Why is she on her own out here?

I scrub a hand down the front of my face.

She obviously knows how to defend herself.

Anya went for that knife in the kitchen before, held it like she knew exactly what to do with it.

And she didn’t like that I overpowered her. Not one bit.

Didn’t stop her from climbing me like a tree afterward, though.

Naked.

See, this is the problem with being on the bench for too long. I’m thinking too much, losing my damn edge. I’m a hit man, for fuck’s sake. Not a glorified babysitter.

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