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He scoffed. “Same thing.”

“It’s not.”

Dylan’s smile faded.

“Are you always this serious?”

I didn’t answer.

“Kaylani, dinner will be served at 6:30. My parents are excited to meet you,” Dylan announced.

“Oh, I don’t think—” Kaylani started, but Dylan cut her off.

“Nope. It’s nonnegotiable. Just come into the house. Don’t worry about knocking.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

I really didn’t like that guy.

“Want to take him for a ride to stretch his legs,” I asked, and Kaylani smiled. “Thought so. I’ll grab everything else from the trailer and park it. You look after him.”

Kaylani grabbed my hand before I left and pulled me inside the stall, out of the view of the aisle. With a soft smile, she cupped my cheeks, and I lowered my lips to hers. This kiss was deep, and emotions that there were no words for passed between us.

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.

“I love you too, Lani. Now and always.”

I gave her a wink and stepped out of the stall, but my heart stayed behind. With each stride toward the trailer, one thought circled through my mind.

What would Dimitri do next?

No matter what it was, I would protect Kaylani with my life.

I could survive anything. Even losing her, because I had never been meant to have her.

But I didn’t know how I would survive watching her lose herself.

Chapter

Thirty

GORAN

Istood at the rail and watched Kaylani walk Atlas around as she chatted with the other riders. A smile as bright as the sun was on her face.

A few minutes later, tires crunched on gravel. I turned to see two SUVs pulling in. My hand instinctively went to the weight at my hip before my brain caught up.

Ivan was behind the wheel, and Guy was in the passenger seat. Familiar faces, unfamiliar vehicles. That told me enough.

“Kaylani.”

She looked over at me.

“Your brother is here.”

With a nod, she trotted away from the other riders toward the exit.

I approached Nathaniel as he stepped out wearing a black suit that wasn’t worn for style. It was his identity. Even in daylight, standing in a barn full of civilians, he still looked like a man people paid to make problems disappear.