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The guard stumbles backward in his haste to get away from Danil.
“Have a great night,” I call out to him as he scurries away. Jeez, I don’t expect SWAT team-like security here at the concert hall, but crossing guards are more threatening.
Speaking of security…
“Shouldn’t there be guards here covering the place? Isn’t that what you told Luka we need?”
“They wouldn’t be in plain sight. They’re more effective when nobody knows where they are.”
Danil’s arm is back around me. I stiffen, trying hard to ignore the heat that pools between my thighs at his brazen display of possessiveness.
“You know, if you hate me so much, why do you insist on keeping me so close? I’m not stupid enough to run because I know you’re crazy enough to deliver on your threats.”
He doesn’t answer. We stop in front of my dressing room. He grabs his gun from underneath his jacket.
“Open the door.” He nudges me forward with his shoulder, pressing the barrel of his gun to my temple.
A lump lodges in the back of my throat. I turn the handle and push open the door.
The room is pitch black.
“Turn on the light.”
I reach out, sliding my hand along the right side wall until my fingers find the switch. I flip it on, the space instantly illuminated by the overhead fixture.
Overflowing vases of stargazer lilies, tea roses, and pink and white peonies line the surface of every table in the room, drenching the air with a rich, floral scent.
A sense of foreboding consumes my senses. And seconds later, my gut knots tighter than a lanyard, bile rising in the back of my throat when Hades walks out of the bathroom.
Because he’s not alone.
And there’s a gun pointed at his head, too. I swallow a scream when the person holding the gun turns toward me.
I can still smell the cigars and stale whiskey on his breath.
I can still see the steel tip of the knife glimmering in the light as he held it in front of my face.
The creepy stalker found me…again.
Just like he said he would.
Swallowing hard, my body shakes uncontrollably in Danil’s fierce grip.
And this time, I don’t know if I’ll be lucky enough to escape my fate.
Chapter33
Danil
Inarrow my eyes at the tall, lanky man leading Hadeon into the room. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Who I am isn’t really important right now. It’s what I want.” He steps toward us, draped in an expensive charcoal gray suit with polished wingtips and gleaming gold cufflinks. Not the typical hitman I usually come across. This guy is dressed to impress.
Too bad he’s gonna be riddled with bullets. All that Italian silk, drenched in blood.
He screwed with the wrong guy today.
Larysa trembles in my grasp, her breaths short, sharp gasps, obviously aware of what’s about to happen.
