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“You’re okay?” I ask, ignoring his words. His face softens a fraction.
“I’m fine, but your place has been ransacked. I need to get you out of here.” He starts to carry me back toward the car.
“My cat. We can’t leave Bentley.”
“I didn’t see a cat. He must have gotten out.”
I wiggle, trying to get free of Leone’s hold. I know my Bentley is just hiding somewhere. He has to be.
“He doesn’t run away,” I protest. “Please!” I grab Leone’s face with both my hands. “I’ll come with you willingly if we can get Bentley.”
“No more fighting me?” He lifts one of his eyebrows in question.
“No more fighting,” I agree. A smile slides across his face, making me think I fell right into his trap. Not surprising. I always get caught. This time, I’m just not sure what really has a hold on me. Who is Leone, after all?