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I moved to the back and watched from a distance as he said his goodbyes. As everyone thinned out, my dad was the only one left. I just stood there, embracing him from afar, knowing he needed this moment with her. He needed to say goodbye. As I watched him, I envisioned the love story that never was, but then I had a burning feeling of being watched. I turned around and saw a man staring at me from within the cracked window of a dark-colored SUV. Those sad blue eyes stayed on me and never moved until we left. I never saw the man again, until now.

“It was my mom’s funeral. Eight years ago.”

He nods like he knows the exact day. “It was a few months before that, that Cedric had died, and your dad approached me.”

I let out a small laugh. “You’ve been watching me for eight years?”

He stands and kicks off his shoes. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he lets it fall to the floor. He slips his holster off, letting it glide down the back of his arms. The one thing he always has on him, his constant, falls to the floor with a thump, still holstered in the leather, and he doesn’t even bat an eye. He slips into the tub behind me, still fully clothed in his slacks and button-up. “I have.”

I turn in his hold. “Why?”

“Because you fascinate me. You were only meant to be used as leverage against your father had he tried anything suspicious, but he never did. You started to grow on me. The way you move, the way you carry yourself. Everything about you screams beauty and dominance all at once. I’ve wanted you to be mine for a long time now, Monkshood.”

His words stab at my heart and make my stomach dip. I rest my head against his chest and sob. Men like Teddy don’t love, and to hear him admit in his own way thathe loves me hurts. Not because I don’t believe him, but because I’m not sure I can love a killer.

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