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The same finger he had inside of my pussy a few days ago is now being used to touch a dead man.
Valerian is back over there, analyzing the man’s neck, like he’s grading his own work. I wonder what he gives himself.
“Igor is working with other men.”
“How do you know?”
“Nikolai spotted him a few days ago downtown. He was talking to someone on the phone. Said it looked very suspicious.” Valerian looks up from the body. “My team and I have been trying to get to the bottom of it all. The case has been running for three days. Tonight, I thought we were about to close it. But Lucas here,” Valerian shoves the man with his boot again, “didn’t want to give anything away. Unfortunately, I had to kill him in the end.”
Unfortunately.
“Who’s he working with?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Valerian walks over to the stone cloister, throwing himself up against it. He watches me from the shadows, crossing his legs at the ankles. Folding his arms over his very broad chest.
I glance in his direction. And my pussy burns.
There’s something very distinguishable about him. You could try and find another man like him. But you’d be wasting your time.
He’s wearing a white shirt and black pants. No tie. That in itself is pretty average. The body wearing the clothes, however? Not so much.
The flecks of blood on his face look like freckles. He still has blood on his hands, but it’s starting to dry. Same for the blood on his shirt.
I like not knowing what he’s thinking, not knowing his next steps.
“Get to bed,printsessa.You shouldn’t be seeing these kinds of things.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you forced the ring on my finger.”
Valerian clenches his jaw. Some of his face catches the lantern light, causing the blood and sweat there to shine.
“I need you to stay out of my way. Lucas was the first. But there will be others.” Valerian tilts his head in assessment, reading my face. “There’s no reason to be alarmed, sweetheart. You’re perfectly safe here. I have twice the amount of guards than before. Nobody is getting in. Or out.”
I gulp, taking one last look at the body.
Exhaling a staggered breath, I start heading back inside.
“Get back to bed,” purrs Valerian. “There’s a good girl.”
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JOY
I wakeup the following morning, rushing to the window. I tear open the drapes. And gasp.
The body is gone. And a gardener is walking overrightwhere the man was laid, trimming the hedges.
I zero in on the blade. It looks very long. And sharp. You could slice off someone’s head with that thing.
Maybe that’s the kind of thing I need to get out of here.
Valerian has doubled down on the guards. That means leaving will be even more of a challenge.
Honestly, it’s probably best to abandon the mission for now. Men are out there trying to kill Valerian. And these men are working for Igor, apparently.
Igor knows about me. And he’s pissed. He saw my face when we walked in on me and Valerian. He knows how attracted I am to his father.
I’m sure his men won’t hesitate to stab me, either.
