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His green eyes roamed through the room for a moment. As if he’d sensed my gaze, he paused and looked at our booth. He couldn’t see me, and he didn’t find Davina or Rhea even remotely interesting. With a last glance that almost knocked all the wind out of my chest, he took a seat at the bar and started talking to the bartender.
Rhea and Davina were in their own world, taking pictures and drinking the night away.
In the meantime, I pulled out my phone and earphones. I connected them to the small bug I had planted right where he was sitting. Technically, I paid someone to put it there, but that was irrelevant.
A small sigh of relief came from me as I heard their voices. The device worked.
I leaned my head against the wall beside me, and stared right ahead of me, watching his movements. He ordered a glass of red wine and swirled it around before taking a sip. Nothing else was important to him at the moment, his eyes glued to the bartender that was drying off some glasses.
The bartender in question was someone who was in a relationship with the man who had hired the assassin. The target was someone higher, yet I was unable to precisely pinpoint who the target was. It infuriated me beyond belief.
“How are Charlie and Mike?” the bartender asked, gently placing another glass of wine in front of him.
That sentence sounded way too familiar. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes and searched through the depths of my brain for the meaning of it. Millions of memories of what I’d seen, heard, or read rushed through until I finally remembered it.
It was a military term, and it meant to continue the mission.
My eyes fluttered open.
His back was turned to me, and I could see his body shake slightly as he laughed.
“They’re fine.”
Oh, God.
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. Dominant, rough around the edges, and compelling. It was enough for me to know that tonight, he wasn’t here as Adrik Ivanov, a simple man whose mother had Alzheimer’s.
Tonight, he was here as the assassin, Davorin. The origin of the name was Slavic, and it meant God of Death. It fit him perfectly. He had a very dark aura around him; everything about him screamed destruction and death.
That was exactly what had lured me in.
The more I learned about him, the more I was eager to have him as my own. My person. My sanctuary.
After the very brief yet coded discussion about their mission, they chatted away. It was all bland small talk, and it was no longer interesting. I removed my earphones and put my phone away.
Rhea tried grabbing my attention once or twice. My first thought was to reject it completely, but I was getting bored.
I had a lot more to learn about him before I revealed my existence completely. In a way, we were always destined to be together. Years ago, when my father tried to kill me in our home, he was the one who was hired for the task.
He’d failed, and it wasn’t until recently that I discovered that piece of information.
It made me giddy and excited to finally meet him. I never would’ve thought that the resentment I had towards the hitman that almost took my life would turn into unbreakable devotion. Life had its way of bringing things full circle using unexpected events, and Davorin and I truly belonged together.
I slowly started to enjoy the evening. Simply watching him from the shadows was enough for now, but my patience was running thin. To make sure I didn’t ruin the perfect night, I had to force myself to look away a few times.
I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
It was the most incredible feeling I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Another half of the bottle was gone, this time mainly drank by Rhea and me whilst Davina was sobering up with some water. The music selection wasn’t my favorite, but after a while I got used to it and simply enjoyed it.
Then, as if some unknown force had compelled me, I looked at Davorin.
Immediately, the smile dropped from my face. Everything else was blurred, and the noise was blocked out. My focus was on Davorin. As the blood in my veins ran cold, I barely suppressed the sudden anger that came to the surface.
A woman had approached him.
I scanned her, though her face didn’t stand out. She was either someone new here, as I’d never seen her before, or someone irrelevant.
