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Even if the thought had been scintillating when we’d been on the Ferris wheel. In the stream of light, I noticed the huge stuffed bear in the corner. A symbol of innocence lost. She was truly an amazing woman who deserved exactly what I’d said before.

Everything.

I took a deep breath, inhaling her perfume before turning my head toward the other man in the room.

It was always the same with men who believed they could be stalkers. They had no clue what to do, standing in the shadows and watching while remaining rigid. The man wasn’t certain what he was doing so he was just staring at her.

Which was to my benefit since he still had the blade in his hand. Whatever he was planning, the knife had been an afterthought. That didn’t mean he had no intention of using it. Often those caught in the act or uncertain of the outcome would resort to doing truly stupid things. He wasn’t here for self-gratification.

He was here to keep her quiet.

I could smell his rage, which could also mean he’d been informed he was no longer wanted at Covington’s headquarters. That added to the fact he should be considered armed and dangerous.

As much as I enjoyed watching, now wasn’t the time to flex my stalking abilities. I advanced and was only two feet away when he finally reacted.

But not fast enough.

He swung the knife. What a fool, I snapped my hand around his wrist, yanking him backward by a couple of feet. The horrific thud was capable of waking the dead. So far neither one of us had said a word. That was about to change.

I smashed his hand against the wall several times until he finally dropped the knife.

Everything happened quickly then, including with the light being turned on.

“Your former boyfriend decided he’d ensure you didn’t say a word to George,” I said, tossing her a glance. It was adorable seeing the mixture of emotions on her face.

The love of my life didn’t scream as if expecting one or both of us. However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed she jumped to the other side of the bed and out of harm’s way.

Good girl.

“Christian Tempest,” Carrington said, laughing as he did. “The police should be looking for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked.

“You’re a bastard, Carrington.” My lovely Penelope sounded eager to get in on the fray.

His laugh was hearty. Did he honestly believe he could win the fight? “Time for me to take everything of value to you. Christian.”

“Impossible,” she chipped in and glared at him. “George knows everything. By morning, you’ll be the one behind bars. You forget I have evidence.”

I wasn’t immediately interested in explaining what I was planning, concentrating on getting my jollies by bashing in his face.

“Bitch,” he hissed.

“Never call a woman a bitch,” I growled.

Carrington tried to punch me, but I snapped my hand around his fist, using it to pitch him backward.

He tumbled into the wall, but pushed himself off, grinning as if actually believing he could win this.

I was a trained killer. Did he have no clue what I was capable of?

Evidently not because he made the mistake of lunging toward me, even managing to issue a jab under my jaw. It was jarring but would be the last one he ever tossed.

I was furious.

“Careful, honey,” she teased.

Another brutal punch and blood flew from his mouth. Damn it. All over my nice new shirt. “Don’t worry, baby. I got this.”