I do NOT need a bodyguard.

“When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would …”

“His raspy voice cut through the blackness, darker than the blackness. 'Mine.”

“It had been a week since he’d ambushed her. She’d hoped the lack of contact wou…”

“I never do this.' Her voice was low, rough. 'God, I never do this.”