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I roll my eyes. “Mal’s not a psycho boyfriend.”
Damian raises an eyebrow. “Highlydisagree.”
I glare at him as he smiles smugly and spreads his arms.
“What?” he counters. “You’re telling me the guy doesn’t give you psycho vibes at all?”
“Damian…” I fix him with a look, and he sighs heavily. “Do you trust me?”
He smirks, already knowing where I’m going with this. “Of course.”
“Then trust that I know what I’m doing,” I say, holding his gaze. “And trust thatI trustMal. Implicitly.”
“You know what he does for the Mori family, right?”
I groan. “Are we seriously doing this? Do you know whatyoudo forourfamily? What I do? Welcome to the fucking criminal world, Damian. We all do not-so-nice?—”
“He infiltrates,” Damian growls. “He gets into places or systems no one else can, or hebreaks peopleno one else can, all to get what he needs.”
“You break people’sfacesto get what you need,” I snap back.
“I’m justwarningsomeone I care for,” he growls. “Akayou, aboutMal!”
“Damian!!”
I stand abruptly, my hands balled to fists. Damian frowns, realizing just how far he’s pushed me. He takes a breath, exhaling slowly as he shoves his fingers through his silvery hair.
“I’m just worried about you, Frey,” he mutters, calmer now. “C’mon, sit. Please.”
I grit my teeth, but I do, sitting back down and glaring at him.
“I’m going to ask you one more time,” I say quietly. “Do you trust me?”
He nods. “I do. With my life, actually.”
“Well…” I spread my arms. “Idoactually know what I’m doing, Damian.”
“And what’s that?”
“Living,” I murmur. “And it feels pretty fucking good.”
Damian’s jaw clenches for a second before he finally relents. “Fine. But I still don’t like the guy.”
I shrug. “You don’t have to like him. You just have to trust me when I say he’s not a monster.”
At least, if he is…
He’smymonster—fierce and protective, yet somehow also incredibly tender.
Damian sighs again as he glances back at me. “All right, all right. I’m done. We cool?”
“Pay off my outstanding room service tabs at the Chelsea, Greenwich, and Crosby Street Hotels when you get back to New York, and yeah,” I smirk. “We’ll be good.”
“You’re a dick.”
“I’m gonna miss you, too, Damian.”
Kir gets back from the restroom, and I ride with the two of them to the private airstrip, giving them each a huge hug before they get on the jet back to New York.
