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“And this strange man Ludolf?”

“Believe it or not, I think he’s an ally. I need you to promise something for me.”

“Okay. I will if I can.”

He shook his head. “Promise me.”

“Not until I hear what I’m promising you.”

“You still don’t trust me.”

“No, that’s not it.” I raked my nails down his chest. “I do trust you for some crazy reason. However, I’ve learned my lesson in promising anything to a man with dimples.”

He wasn’t expecting my answer. “A good thought.” His smile faded and he sat up, tugging the pillow behind his head. “I’m serious about this. I asked Mikhail to set aside some money for you. If anything should happen to me, my entire family will take care of you and Bella.”

“Did you not understand the question I asked you earlier about if you’d come back alive?”

“I understood it just fine, but I refuse to take any chances. You deserve to have a normal life.”

“Always looking over my shoulder?”

When he touched my face, I shuddered. “That will not happen. You’ll be safe.”

“Nothing will mean anything without you in my life.” Maybe I was exasperated or just out of sorts, but we were both surprised when I spilled my feelings.

Maybe God wanted me to stop right there before putting my entire leg into my mouth. The insistent knock on the bedroom door was something not to be denied.

Instantly, Vissarian crawled out of bed, grabbing his trousers as I slipped further under the covers. Even before he opened the door, I knew something was wrong.

“What is it?” Vissarian gritted out.

From where I was, I could see Carlos. He threw a careful, quick look in my direction. “Sorry to interrupt, but it won’tbe long until we have company. Get your things. I have a van coming. You’ll be taken to a safehouse. I assume you called in the cavalry.”

“Yeah, I did. Any idea who they are?”

“Nope, but there is a huge plane rolling in. Origin? Chicago.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We’ll be right there.”

Carlos nodded.

As soon as the door was closed, Vissarian hung his head while placing his hands on his hips. “You heard the man. We need to leave.”

“When will this end, Vissarian? When? When I’m dead?”

“They don’t want you dead, Fallon.”

“Then what?”

His hesitation infuriated me.

“What?” I repeated with the very defiance he’d told me he adored.

“They want you as a pawn. They plan on selling you as part of a deal. In marriage.”

CHAPTER 29

Vissarian