Page 71 of Shadow Of Sin
I bite down on my lip.
“This isn’t a courtroom,” he says. “And I’m not that asshole who hurt you.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“I’m working on it.”
He pulls me back against his chest. His thumb continues making the lazy lines on my arm.
“Tell me something,” I say.
“What?”
“Something that has nothing to do with Dmitri or operations or shell corporations.”
“My favorite Metallica album is Master of Puppets.”
“That’s nerdy.”
“You asked.”
“Tell me something else.”
“When I was twelve, I taught myself to pick locks because my dad kept locking my tools in the garage.”
“That’s sad and impressive at the same time.”
“That’s kind of my whole thing.”
I smile against his chest. My eyes droop, heavy with sleep I desperately need. The adrenaline crash is hitting, his body is warm, and I’m starting to drift.
“Eva.”
“Hmm.”
“Dmitri is still out there.”
“I know.”
“And tomorrow everything changes.”
“I know that too.”
“But right now—”
“Right now, you’re in my bed and your brain is quiet and that’s enough.” I press a kiss against his chest. “Don’t ruin it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Outside, the city does what it always does. Sirens blare out. Bass from someone’s stereo vibrates the air. The streetlight outside my bedroom window flickers.
Dmitri is going to make his move. We need to get the trap ready for him.
Tomorrow I’ll wake up to this reality. All the fear will be back, and the world will be loud and dangerous again.
