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cupboard, I blocked the line of sight to give myself some breathing room.
    Speaking of paranoia... Kite was managing to prowl my apartment while hardly moving a few feet. It's almost like he's looking for something. Frowning, I shuffled the boxes in the cupboard loudly. Through the tiny crack of the hinges, I squinted into the other room.
    The red-haired man was using his shoes to slide things around, squinting beneath. Just seeing him investigating my apartment was pushing needles into my nerves.
    Shit, I thought suddenly. He wants the letter.
    Of course he did. Now that I realized it, it made perfect sense. Well, too bad I'm not so stupid. You won't find anything here.
    It told me, though, how tenuous my life was in the hands of these men. If even now, after they'd said they would help me, Kite was scanning for the get-out-of-jail-free-card I had penned... it didn't take much for me to connect the dots.
    If they got the letter, they could kill me without hesitation.
    The thing is, they didn't know me. They didn't grasp what fear even was to me. I'd lived through the torture of losing everyone and everything.
    Let Kite and Jacob plot my death behind my back. It wasn't my life that mattered to me.
    If it had been, I'd never have stepped foot into their bar.
    If I could get my revenge, I didn't give a shit what happened to me.
    Slamming the cupboard was satisfying; I caught Kite jumping, trying to act like he'd been standing there innocently. His smile was strained when I came his way. “What's that?” he asked.
    I waved the box. “Hot chocolate. Can't wake up without it.” Hooking the bag on my arm, I juggled it and my purse. “I'm ready. Let's go see my new home.”
    Lifting an eyebrow, he approached me. It was sudden, too quick for me to do anything but hold my breath. “Here,” he said, a hand closing on my shoulder. “Let me help.”
    The last time Kite had stood this close to me, he'd had his hand on my face, ready to muffle my screams. The man had been a lightning strike I'd narrowly avoided.
    With his scent flooding my skull, my cells clogged with thrills and heat. His knowing eyes kept me still, and the slope of his muscles shoulders pushed all but one word out of my brain:
    Sex.
    And yes, I know that was crazy.
    Kite buzzed with a primal energy that promised dark, delicious things for my body.
    Dazed, I glanced at his fingers. Those tattooed knuckles waved, a flag to warn me who I was dealing with. Who was touching me.
    Fuck, how did I make words again?
    He reminded me by speaking first. “You alright?”
    My tongue was wooden. “Uh. Yes.” Very much no. Get it together, Marina. “I can carry it, it's not heavy.”
    He slid the bag off of me. I didn't even stop him.
    My purple sack hung across his chest, indenting his shirt and displaying the groove between his pecs. “It's even less heavy for me. Come on, let's get out of here. I don't want people seeing my car.”
    Steeling my nerves, I told my feet to follow him. My finger poised on the light when I reached the door. He waited for me to open it. I did, then turned back to gaze over the room.
    My tiny, messy home.
    I didn't know what was ahead of me. I only knew that, if I stayed here, this was what I would get to keep; a cold, desolate place to rest my nightmare fueled head.
    Flicking the light off, I locked up and didn't look back.

- Chapter 7 -
    Kite
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    I could smell her sweat in the car. I'd felt her constant shift between confidence and unease since the start. If she'd been anyone else—and I wished she was—I would have had her against the wall of her apartment.
    Shit, maybe before then.
    Pressing her against the car window, seeing her breath fog it up... the idea made me rock hard. Marina was a walking beacon of sex and boldness. I liked that. Probably too much.
    I'd wanted to kiss her the instant she'd swayed into my life. Now, knowing what she knew about me , that idea had to be shoved aside.
    Giving in to my basest