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Jonathan

I never expected Eva to come to Barcelona. Not in a million years.

I asked Thomas to check if she is a contract killer but I do not think she could be. A professional would never run a job like this. She showed up unarmed. She had sex with me, twice. She tried to kill me and failed, and instead of doing what any sane person would do, instead of running as fast as she could, she is standing here now like all of this is just entertainment.

Now, I know I am pretty sick, but her coming back? That is sick as fuck. That is another level of sick.

She is crazy, and it is so fucking hot. I want to get down on my knees and worship her, the only God in this whole chapel.

Instead, I wait, uncertain. “What now?”

She tilts her head. The candlelight flickers in her eyes. “Are you hungry?”

I am surprised. “You want dinner?”

“Well, whatever happens next, both of us have to eat.”

“I suppose.” I trail her to the exit.

She threads her fingers into mine as we walk out of the cathedral. It is purely insane. And yet I feel my heart expanding in my chest, taking up all the space.

I am fairly certain she still wants me dead, but I still want to be with her. I am not sure what that says about me, but it is not exactly surprising.

I would die for her, I think. I might even let her kill me.