I shouldn’t have heard the things I did. Shouldn’t have attracted his attention.
Now I feel his stare like a touch. Viscerally. Acutely.
The Russian assassin has me in his sights, and there’s only one way out.
His bed.
Good thing I’m drawn to danger.
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