ctory. Later that day, as I walked from the coffee shop, a fake mugging was staged. Tw

was watching. I saw the flicker of conflict in his ey

ed from the passenger seat, her

n he made his choice. He slammed the car into re

leavi

rm stickiness of blood spreading through my shirt. As Ryan' s car sped away, I

world turning grey. The last thing I he

ad been clearing out. The wound in my side wa

tanding over me wit

he would always choose me.

to sit up. "

I did," s

xpression changed in an instant. She let out a

he attac

y to me, lying wounded on the fl

narled, grabbing my arm. "Yo

ped down on his shoulder, shoving him aside with effo

drew Scott. Former Special Forces, head of a global

embered. He knelt down and gently lifted

to Ryan, his voice a low, dangerous grow

he saw me in this powerful man's arms. "What, you're tradi

s arms and walked towards the door. Then, he stopped, turne

voice cold as ice, "she's with me no