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“Brat,” Hans says without heat. Then he looks down at the case in his hands.
“What’s in there?” I ask, getting nervous the longer he waits.
He slowly unzips it, then opens the case.
I press my lips together at the site of two syringes. One small, one huge.
“What are those for?” I’m not sure I really want to know.
Hans holds my gaze. “I would like to put a tracker in you.”
CHAPTER99
Hans
Cassandra glancesdown at the syringes, then back up to me. “Would that mean you can always find me?”
I nod as I search her eyes. “Will you let me?”
The thought of us being separated and not being able to find her has been clawing at my insides since the very first day we met. When I’d be out of town for hits, I would have nightmares about going home and her being gone. Missing. And ever since I stormed across the street with that book in my hand and got to touch her, got to put my mouth on her, that clawing sensation has turned into razors on my soul. And now that I’ve had her, now that I’ve made her mine, I know I wouldn’t survive losing her.
I wouldn’t be able to do what I did before.
Because no amount of death and destruction could soothe the loss of her.
“Okay,” Cassandra says quietly.
“Okay?” I ask.
She bites her lip but nods. “I want you to be able to find me.”
I exhale in relief and reach for her, running my hands up and down her thighs, feeling her warmth. The proof she’s alive and with me.
Cassandra blinks at me with her big, beautiful eyes. “I don’t know how you found me in Mexico, but if you hadn’t?—”
“You were never out of my sight,” I tell her, not letting her finish that sentence. Because Iwasthere, and we never have to think about what could have happened. Not ever.
“I don’t think I ever thanked you for that.”
I grab her hand and pull it to my mouth, kissing the back of it. “You don’t ever have to thank me.”
She swallows, then looks back down at the case. “Will it hurt?”
I kiss her hand again, then reach over and flip the lid closed.
She doesn’t need to see the needle. The gauge is large, in order to fit the slender pill-shaped tracker, and I hate the answer I have to give her. “A little. But I’ll use the small syringe to numb the area first. That will be the worst part.”
She nods again and puffs out her cheeks as she blows out a breath.
I was worried she’d say no. Most reasonable people would. And I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle that. But my girl has proven herself to be not so reasonable. And I’m grateful for it. Because I actually do know how I would have handled it. I would have badgered her until she let me. There is no other option.
I place my hands on her thighs, needing the feel of her skin under my palms. “There’s a couple of places I can implant it. Usually, it goes in the back of the neck, the inner arm, or the upper thigh. It might be a bit sore afterward, but only for a day or so.”
Cassandra lifts her right hand and touches the inside of her left bicep. “This is where the doctor put my birth control implant. Can you do it there? I remember it not hurting too much after.”
I nod and lift my hand to brush over the skin where she’s touching. I can feel the tiny piece of plastic under her skin, and it makes me wish I could put the tracker right under the surface, where I could see it any time I looked at her. “It will need to be deep enough that no one can easily feel it.” I brush my thumb over the spot again. “And I’ll need the tracker to be far enough away from this spot so your doctor”—who better be female—“won’t notice it when she’s replacing this one.” I don’t know how often that is, but I know it’ll need to be changed out eventually.
She sets her hand over mine, where it’s still gently holding her upper arm. “It’s good for another year and a half, but…” Cassandra bites her lip. “What if…”
