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“I meant alive. You won’t survive me that long.”
Saint beams. “Then I suppose staying with me for a month is a great way to find out just how long I’ll survive you.”
“I already told you, I’m not?—”
He pulls me from the bed and props me up on bound, unsteady feet. With that, he scoops me up in his arms again, holding me to his chest and carrying me out of the room.
“Saint! Put me down!”
“As I recall, a key part of the kink you shared with me was kidnapping. This is that part of the evening.”
I wriggle my hips, doing absolutely nothing to help my predicament. I scramble for an excuse for him to put me down. “I don’t even have any clothes. At least let me pack a bag.”
“Your bags are already packed. I ordered you a few new things to keep at my house when you visit. Until we move in together, of course.”
I grit my teeth. He’s so fucking presumptuous. “Let me flip the breaker to turn the power back on, at least. I’ve got a bunch of food in the fridge.”
“Your fridge contains nothing but cheese and a nearly empty carton of orange juice.” Still, he finds the breaker and turns the power back on for me, shutting lights off as he strides for the front door.
“Wait.”
At that simple word, he stops in front of the door, his mask finally turning toward me. For the first time, I wish I could see his eyes.
“If I actually wanted to stay, would you still force me to go with you?”
His answer is quick and sure. “I would never force you to do anything. But I would ask you what it is you’re really afraid of—being hurt by me, or falling in love with me?”
I bite down hard on my lip.Fuck. He can read me like a book. Like a book he fucking wrote.
I can’t fall in love with him. I’ve never fallen in love with anyone. I’m pretty sure I’m incapable of love after witnessing the unforgivable way my father betrayed my mother. Even if I were capable of love, Saint is still a stalker and a murderer. The most unlovable kind of person.
Yet I’m terrified that if I spend a month in seclusion with him, I’ll find a way to fall in love with my stalker.
And I won’t stop falling until I hit the ground and smash into pieces.
“That’s what I thought.” His voice warms me like smooth honey as he carries me out the door. “Let’s go home, muse.”
