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Victor ought to get a different interior designer.
Even raping bastards didn’t want to look at the murder of a mythical creature when trying to sleep.
I focused on the clock again.
2:20 a.m.
A bit early but Victor’s guests might be in bed. After all, if every night was party night, then sleep often trumped drinking. Especially if fucking had been involved. They would’ve passed out in a climax-induced coma, out until morning.
I hope.
Opening the wardrobe, I winced as the doors squeaked a little.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched Ily to make sure I hadn’t disturbed her.
I meant what I said before. I needed her to sleep so she had the strength to keep acting with me. She needed to stay focused and be smart. To see pitfalls and traps before she walked into them. As much as her life relied on me keeping her safe, my life relied on hers in equal measure.
If she slipped and mentioned her incorrect theory that I was a cop…I was done for.
Then you probably shouldn’t have humiliated her when she tried to kiss you.
Ah fuck, not this again.
I didn’t want to think about the hurt in her eyes.
The way she’d tripped over an apology she didn’t owe me.
My rejection had been as brutal as if I’d slapped her, and if I could take it back—
I wouldn’t.
I balled my hands.
It was better this way.
This was the only way.
With walls between us and lots and lots of rules.
Struggling to tear my eyes off sleeping beauty with her midnight hair and nightmares, I reached into the wardrobe and selected a black t-shirt to match my black slacks. I looked on the shoe rack.
No sneakers.
Only smart dress shoes and loafers.
Both would be impractical for burglary—one clicked on stone, and the other turned into ice skates when trying to run.
Bare feet it is then.
Sighing, I turned and placed the t-shirt on the end of the bed.
Toeing off my shoes and ripping off my socks, I swayed back up and unbuttoned the white shirt I’d worn to dinner. Ily continued sleeping as I shrugged it off and tossed it onto the obnoxious blue velvet throne in the corner. The sleeve caught a bronze candle stick on the side table.
Shit—
I dashed to catch it before it fell.
Too late.
