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My pulse spikes harder.
“How do you know about Rhett?”
“I’ve been watching you. I know things have gotten…intimate between you.”
The simplicity of it makes me sick.
Every moment.
Every touch.
Every kiss.
Observed.
“You think he can protect you?” he asks quietly.
“Yes.”
The answer comes instantly.
Without hesitation.
Something dark flickers across his expression.
“There it is,” he murmurs. “That look he likes.” He grips my jaw suddenly, forcing my face upward. “You should look at me that way. It might save your life.”
I jerk away from him hard enough to make him curse.
“You’re delusional.”
“And you’re ungrateful.”
He drags me away from the wall abruptly, forcing me deeper into the abandoned station while snow and wind scream outside.
I stumble over broken floorboards. “Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere private.”
Panic claws higher now.
Because Rhett was right.
About all of it.
Every warning.
Every order.
Every possessive, overprotective instinct that made me furious.
He saw this coming.
And I ignored him anyway.
The thought hits so hard it physically hurts.
Rhett.
