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I’ve been hatching out a plan for months, even before I knew you. Like I said, I couldn’t see you. I knew if I did, I would have tossed all those months of hard work away. I needed to stay away from you, for your own safety. No matter how much it killed me.” A tear escapes his eye. I watch it fall, not being able to move. I feel tears prick my eyes too. I swipe them away before I try to speak again. What’s so bad in his life that he feels the need to protect me? To hurt us both?
    “What plans do you have? Revenge?” My declaration snaps his eyes wide open, his head turning toward me. “Yes,” he simply says.
    “I see. And this woman, Jazmin, how does she fit in?” I grind down on my teeth. If he says he’s with her, I will die right here. But his next words stop me from thinking about him and her together. Completely.
    “She’s part of my revenge. I feel nothing for her. Except hatred. She’s evil. Her entire family is. I’m going to destroy them all, Anna. Every last one of them.”
    I have no idea how long the two of us sit there, staring at each other. Our eyes slide down to each other’s mouth. I listen as he speaks, absorbing every word.
    He tells me everything. My brain is trying to absorb it all. Dilan is back to watch over me. The last time I checked the time on my phone was the second time my phone rang. The first time, it was my mom checking on me, wondering if I was coming back. The second time was Deidre; seems she was the one who told Dilan my room number, which saved me from asking him how he found out. I told both of them no. Deidre knew Dilan was with me. Although she didn’t pry, I could tell she was worried. My mom on the other hand started yelling, demanding me to ask him to leave. I had to quietly and calmly tell her to stay out of it. To let me deal with it. That didn’t sit well with her either. Therefore, we hung up with me explaining to her I would fill her in tomorrow.
    I’m no spiritualist. I believe there is a god and there is truth to the meaning behind the fact he doesn’t give anyone more than they can handle. I can handle this. However, like Dilan, I worry about everyone else we both care about.
    And Jazmin. She really is poison. Aidan wasn’t bullshitting when he used that word to describe her. She may be a killer, but I saw the fear in her tonight when she was being escorted out of here. I won’t ask what they’ve done to her, nor will they divulge the information.
    “Are you cold? Hungry or anything?” Dilan stands and stretches, his black shirt riding up enough for me to see a peak of the tattoo he has across the bottom of his stomach. I swallow so hard, I swear he heard it by the way he chuckles.
    “Maybe a little cold,” I say truthfully.
    “I’ll turn the fireplace on.” His arms drop, making me whine on the inside. I watch him as he moves then seems to study the buttons on the wall. He presses a few of them and the fireplace kicks to life. It’s warm and cozy. God, his back is heavily loaded with muscles that seem to be peaking at me through his shirt to touch them. To graze my teeth all over them. To taste. To stroke and feel them flex under my touch. My pussy aches. My skin sparks, begging for him to touch me.
    His phone rings. I push my eyeballs back into my head. He pulls it out of his pocket and turns my way, his brow furrowing when he looks at the screen.
    He answers with a short, “Yes, sir,” which leads me to believe it’s his uncle. I stand, feeling his eyes on my back as I make my way to the bathroom. My vision is screaming ‘wow’ when I take a look at this room as well. “God, Anna, how could you miss this?” I ask my reflection in the mirror. I can answer that for you. All you’ve thought about all day was the man standing in your hotel room. That would be why. Get a hold of yourself. You know, I’ve talked to myself nonstop for months. Trying to answer my own questions about Dilan. Not a damn one of them prepared me for this. Just