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He smiles.
As we enter the great room, the front door bursts open. Vlad and I grab for our guns, stopping short as Interpol agents pour into the room. We both sigh and drop our hands.
"All clear, Boomslang. You guys can come out."
Four paramedics scurry into the room. "Vlad, take them to Dresden."
He nods and beckons for them to follow. The others file into the room as the paramedics duck into my office. Hyde Monroe stands in the foyer, gaping at the destruction.
"Good morning, sir. Nice to see you. Thanks for the cell phones."
He steps into the room, meeting my gaze. "You're welcome. They all dead?"
A groan comes from one of the attackers lying next to the sofa. I walk over, and he reaches out and grabs my leg, mouthing the word 'help'. I tilt my head and give him a sly grin. Without hesitation, I pull one of my guns out and fire a bullet into his brain. He thuds against the floor.
"Yep. All dead." I turn back to Monroe, putting my gun away again.
"Start packing up. We're taking you all to Headquarters for now."
"Yes, sir."
"Lily," Dresden hisses, as they wheel him out of my office on a stretcher.
I run to his side and grab his hand in mine. "How you feeling, Python?"
He smiles, squeezing my hand. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Got punched in the face, but nothing serious."
"What happened to the guy that punched you?"
"Vlad stuck a hunting knife in his face."
"Good. I'll see you at HQ."
I squeeze his hand before letting go. Turning around, I almost slam into Blake's chest. I gaze up into his face, his brow creased with pain. He reaches out and runs his fingers over my cheek and neck. I'm sure bruises are already forming.
"I should have picked option B," he whispers, gently holding the side of my neck.
"Are you kidding? Look around. I've got bruises, but there are seventeen dead mother fuckers in your apartment."
"Well, I can't deny you're good at what you do." His voice seems strange . . . off somehow.
"What are you thinking?"
"Honestly, I don't know."
"This is what I do, Blake. Take it or leave it." My chest tightens.
"I'm yours, you know that. It's just hard to imagine the woman I make love to . . . being capable of this. I thought you with a sniper rifle was bad."
"This is all I know, and I can't just stop being who I am."
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. My blood flames at his touch. "I'm not asking you to change. I'll deal. I fell in love with you just the way you are." He runs his hand through my hair, a sad smile on his lips.
"Go pack your stuff. Necessities only," I say stepping back from him.
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