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I curled my fingers around her wrist. “What did he do?”

“He left me poems. Sometimes they were obscene, sometimes scarily sweet. Flowers too. That was okay, I could deal, but then he started taking pictures of me through cracks in my curtains. Then...then he broke into my bedroom while I was sleeping.”

Her tremble was subtle, but there was no mistaking it. This kid had scared the shit out of her. Soft, shy Zadie Night had been terrorized, and all I saw was red.

“What’s his last name, Zadie?”

“Why? Are you going to slay my dragons?”

“If that means hunting this motherfucker down and feeding him his balls before I put a bullet in his dick, then yeah, I’m going to slay your dragons.”

Snickering, she pressed her face to my throat. Her hot laughter on my raging pulse was like a balm over a blistering burn. It didn’t go away, but she made it feel like it wasn’t on fire anymore.

“He’s been slayed with a restraining order. Plus, he lives in Oregon, where I grew up. He won’t be sneaking into my bedroom ever again, not when he doesn’t even know where I am.” She brought her fingers up to my tautly held jaw, stroking with a featherlight touch. “I appreciate the offer though, Captor.”

A low growl rattled the back of my throat. “Captor?”

“Isn’t that what you are? I’m your hostage, and you’re my captor.”

Shoving her away enough for me to grab her face and jerk it toward me, I fixed her with a hard glare. “Whatever we are to each other when I walk out of your door, you’ll tell me if this guy comes back. Agree.”

She sucked in a breath. “I agree.”

“Good, since it wasn’t a question.”

The way she crinkled her nose at me set off a chain reaction inside me. Fisting the back of her hair, I crashed my mouth into hers, claiming what was mine, even if it was only for the time we had left in this room.

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