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“I prefer saving lives. Dead people can’t show gratitude.”
She rolls her eyes. “Am I supposed to believe you’re some sort of hero?”
“Believe what you want, but I did save your ass already.”
“I don’t think you did that for me.” She steps closer, her hands balled into fists. “I think you did that for you, because of whatever game you’re playing with that Burian guy. I think you’re going to drag me into it, but I’m telling you right now, when this night is over, I’m done with you. I’m done with him, too.”
My eyebrows slowly raise and, I swear, I’m half-hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman more beautiful in my entire life.
It’s her determination.
She should beterrifiedright now, and instead, she’s standing up to me.
I like it a lot. Except it’s also very damn annoying.
“You’re involved whether you like it or not,” I say, leaning back to watch her. “You can blame me all you like, but Burian’s going to come for you sooner or later. At least with me around, you’ve got a shot at surviving.”
“For some reason, I don’t believe you.” She turns away. “Stay out of my room tonight.” She slams the door behind her.
A smile breaks across my face.
What an interesting girl.
Unfortunately, I’m telling her the truth. Burian reallyisgoing to come for her. She narrowly escaped from one of his traps tonight, and that rarely happens. He’ll try again, and next time, if I’m not around, she won’t be so lucky.
Which means if I want to catch him, I’d better stick close to pretty little Ren.
Hell, maybe she’s right about me, but that doesn’t change anything.
Chapter5
Renata
Ican’t sleep.
I’m exhausted, my body feels like it wants to straight up shut down, but I can’t stop my brain from screaming at me. I’m too wired from the night and way too aware of Lanzo in the other room, and I’m pretty sure he could kick the door down if he wanted to. Just a little extra realization that keeps plaguing my stupid head. I keep thinking about the way he looks at me, half with hunger, half with frustration, like I’m annoying the hell out of him but he also kind of likes it. Which is horrible, because I really like that look.
It’s driving me crazy, lying here in this comfortable hotel bed, unable to get that handsome psycho out of my gibbering skull mush. He’s both my type, and not at all my type—handsome, yes, but I also can’t stand his arrogant smirk, like he knows something I don’t.
Which is true in this case.
I’m also pretty sure he’s some kind of murderer. Maybe a good-guy murderer, if that’s a thing.
Thoughts, worries, fears, and questions, a million more questions, all swirl through my brain until I can’t take it anymore.
I know I should close my eyes, count sheep, or maybe count corpse burritos, until I slip into blissful dreaming.
This is the time of night—or early morning, based on the clock—when bad decisions happen.
Honestly, I feel a very bad decision bubbling up in my guts. A stupid decision, a self-destructive decision, but still something I want.
Like I can’t help myself.
“Don’t do this to yourself,” I say, kicking the sheets off. “Ren, you’re smarter than this. Okay, you’re not, but at least you’re self-aware enough.”
I climb out of bed, use the bathroom, then creep to the bedroom door determined to find out who this Lanzo guy is exactly.
He’s super shady, I can say that for sure. Assuming what he told me so far is all true, he’s got to be some kind of mercenary, or maybe he works for some deep black ops force or something like that. Definitely there’s some spy shit going on here.
