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Knock. Knock.
“I need to tell you something,” I blurt to Landon, and he raises an eyebrow. “Before I let him in. The timing is bad, but my Heat is coming soon. And…I want you and River with me.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of Landon’s mouth. “Whatever you need,” he says. “Whatever you want.”
It wasn’t the ideal time to tell him, but I didn’t know when I would have him alone again, especially with Vincent appearing.
My heart pounds rapidly as I approach the door.
As my eyes lock with Vincent’s, something inside me fundamentally changes.
Mine, an inner voice says.
He’s mine.
20
VINCENT
I don’t trust that River talked to her about giving a statement.
And I also don’t trust Landon to do it, either.
It feels like I need to have the conversation with her. I need to see how she processes it when she’s told what she has to do.
What she’s been through is horrific, and I imagine the last thing she wants to do is relive the nightmare.
It’s not my time to be here. My shift as her security is tomorrow, but I just can’t wait that long to see her.
Not after everything that’s happened.
When she opens the door and I see her frail figure, it takes everything within me to not go back to the jail and shoot Briggs in his fucking head.
But instead, I just breathe her in.
When I’m with her, the world isn’t so terrible.
“Hi,” she greets, her eyes wide as she regards me. “Come in.” She steps away and I cross the threshold, meeting Landon’s confused look. I nod at him, then turn my attention back to Skylar.
“Do you want some coffee?” she asks me politely.
I smell the attraction and arousal from her. But I also sense the tiniest amount of fear.
She’s still unsure about me, and I doubt my confession at the hospital helped my case.
“When’s the last time she’s eaten?” I snarl at Landon, who looks at me incredulously.
“Just now,” he snaps, raising an eyebrow. “Would you like an itemized list of the foods?”
Skylar’s throat clears and I turn to face her, the lightest scent of fear now replaced with irritation. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” she spits, crossing her arms.
I tilt my head. “Is that so?” I murmur. “Because to me, it looks like you can barely stand.”
“Vincent, she just got out of the hospital. Of course she’s going to be a bit weak,” Landon growls, but I keep my attention on Skylar, who happens to wobble as soon as I finish my sentence.
“Don’t overexert yourself,” I say, my voice low.
Skylar widens her eyes and scoffs, fire in her voice. “I’m not overexerting myself,” she says fiercely. “I’m not some damsel in distress. I don’t need a bodyguard.”
