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But I stayed quiet.

“Why do I feel him?” he said, his eyes snapped to mine.

My throat constricted as I sucked in a gasp. He knew he was the caramel and popcorn scent.

Over the years, I thought everyone was him, but I knew once I scented him who he really was.

“Am I right?” he asked.

I laughed and shook my head. He wanted to talk. Okay. “Somebody killed my father and kidnapped my mother and sister. Maybe killed them. I don’t know, but I’ve never seen them again.” My words caught in my thought and I took in a deep breath, wondering if I was signing my death warrant, but I found my strength. “And you were there.”

“Yes... I was there to protect you,” he said.

I shook my head. “You were there to take me. Do whatever you did to my mother and sister, but you couldn’t find me. You’ve sent men to work to take me, and now I’m here.”

He sighed, shaking his head, but it was out in the open.

He knew.

I knew.

I looked down at my hands, inspecting them, trying not to show I was biting my lip to stop myself from crying.

“You were behind the panel in your bedroom,” he said.

My eyes met his, and I swallowed. “Did you drug me?” I asked, not wanting to admit or deny anything he was saying.

“No, James did. He knows who you are.”

My hand rubbed my hip and my head dropped at the realisation James wasn’t who I thought. “I need a glass of water,” I said, my voice a whisper as I stared at him. Finally, looking at his face, his pale grey eyes, the five o’clock shadow he hadn’t had in the restaurant. His hair looked darker today than it had.

He gave me a smile and turned. The lift doors slid across as he opened the refrigerator and lowered his body to take a bottle of water.

I quietly slipped into the open lift, pressing for the ground floor. The doors glided quietly and shut.

He roared as the car moved.

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