Page 40 of Restrain Me


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When I don’t move, he murmurs, “Let’s go up, Camille.”

I push the door open and keep myself from looking at him as we walk to the elevator. When the doors shut us in the confined space, I wrap my arms around myself and watch the numbers as they climb to my floor.

Jesus. An assassin. A man who unalives people for a living. Jesus. Oh my God. An assassin. This is insane.

The doors open, and he orders, “Wait here.”

Like always, Max walks through the penthouse. My eyes lock on him, and now I see the predatory way he moves.

Now I understand the cold expression on his face. It’s ruthlessness.

He comes back toward me. “All clear.”

Slowly, my eyes settle on his face. “Who was that man?”

Max’s features are drawn tight, the danger still in his eyes. “You don’t need to know who he is.”

Still processing the shock, I shake my head again. “Are you…” I swallow hard, “an assassin?”

I expect him to deny it.

I expect him to reassure me.

What I don’t expect is for him to nod.

Shivers rush over my skin, and my skin feels clammy. My heart thunders in my chest as I stare wide-eyed at him. “Jesus, you unalive people for a living.”

He tilts his head, his light-green eyes locked on me as if he’s waiting for me to make a move.

My arms tighten around my middle. “Does my father know?”

Again he nods. “That’s why I was asked to protect you.”

Holy shit.

“But you don’t protect people,” I state the obvious with fear trembling in my voice.

His features soften a little, but it doesn’t make him look any less dangerous. “No, I don’t. You’re an exception.”

“Me?” A frown forms on my forehead. “Why?”

“Why what?”

I swallow hard. “Why am I an exception?”

“I owed someone a favor and had to repay a debt.”

I spent three weeks with an assassin and didn’t have the slightest clue.

Lifting my hand to my mouth, I let out a burst of incredulous laughter. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.” Worry forms a pit in my stomach. “How can you protect me if you’re an assassin?”

“I’m the best there is, Camille. If the person threatening you is from my world, they’ll back off solely because you’re seen with me.”

Shit.

I’m standing mere inches from the best assassin there is.

Shit.

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