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"That was the evening my grandmother got sick," she says. "There was a cup of tea left on the counter. It was the same one my grandmother had every night, but my intuition told me something was off about that tea. Instead of throwing it away, I saved it."

"Who did you give the sample to?" I ask.

"I told someone at the hospital. They gave it to the forensics team," I say.

"Have you heard back from them?" I ask gently.

She shakes her head. "There's no report yet. They're still working on it."

It's been weeks since her grandmother got sick. If they don't have an answer by now, it's because they can't identify whatever was in that tea.

"I know someone who can help," I say slowly. "Her name is Vera, and she lives in Chicago. We can visit her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" She blinks.

"Unless you have other plans?" I say.

She wets her lips and turns to her side to face me. The outline of her silhouette makes my cock hard again.

Alaric was wrong.I've had her, but she most definitely isnotout of my system. If anything, she's burrowed her way deeper inside me, becoming a part of me.

Becoming the most vital part of me.

"What about the kids?" she asks.

"I can drop them off at Alaric's," I say. "Or we could take them along with us."

I didn't want the kids leaving the premises because an unidentified threat lurked out there.

That's not the case anymore.

Based on the description she gave me, I know who attacked me the other night. The big blond buffoon is her stalker. I should be alarmed that he knows about her whereabouts, but honestly, it's a relief. I want to be the one to deal with him once and for all.

"Okay," she says.

"It's settled then," I say. "We'll take the private jet to Chicago tomorrow afternoon. It's been a while since I took the kids somewhere."

"I can't believe we're going to Chicago on a private jet," she says.

"Would you rather I keep you locked in my bedroom and fuck you for a week straight?" I ask.

She gives me an impish smile. "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

The moment that smile hits her eyes, I know my life will never be the same again. I'll spend the rest of my existence making sure that this girl gets everything she deserves.

I grab her hips and flip her over so she's underneath me again.

I gather her wrists and pin them above her head.

"I was told I would get over you if I had a taste of you," I say. "But the opposite seems to have happened. If anything, I've grown even more obsessed with you."

Her eyes widen when I shove her thighs apart to make space for my hips. I rest my bare cock against her pussy.

"What have you done to me, angel?" I say, licking up the soft column of her neck. "What is this sorcery? It feels like you cast a spell over me, turning me into someone I barely recognize."

She bites down on her bottom lip.

I take over, tugging her bottom lip free so I can kiss her. She tastes so familiar, like I've been kissing her all my life. She gasps into my mouth when I grind my cock against her. Her soft tits are flattened against my chest, her nipples dragging against my skin with every pump of my hips.