Haunting-Adeline

Ugh. The arrogance.
His face turns serious. “This is why I didn’t want you involved. But I’m
afraid Mark has already taken no ce of you and I’d rather you be close to
me. At least this way, I know you’re safe.”
I face him, eyeing him closely. He’s relaxed into his seat, his long legs
spread, one hand draped over the wheel and the other res ng on the
armrest between us.
I force myself to focus and ignore the way my chest is clenching from just
one look.
Just because the sun is pre y doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous to stare
at, Addie.
"I believe that you'll protect me from Mark, but who's going to protect
me from you?"
His gaze sweeps the en rety of my body, and his eyes blaze with
possessiveness. “Whoever tries is going to end up dead.”
My eyes thin. “How can you work to save women while ac vely stalking
another?” I challenge, cocking a brow.
He has the nerve to look amused. I have no idea what could possibly be
so funny about stalking someone.
“I’ve never stalked anyone before you,” he says simply. “Not outside of
my job, at least. Definitely not for roman c purposes.”
I give him a face, my expression full of incredulity.
“Is that supposed to make me feel special?”
A slow, wicked smirk glides across his face, unbothered by my
increasingly burning stare. “I wouldn’t mind if it did.”
I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn
around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.
I’m fucked in the head. And dealing with this man—I am beyond
stressed. This just can’t be good for my skin.
Scoffing, I turn my head out the window and spend the rest of the car
ride in tense silence. The atmosphere has only worsened, and I can’t tell if
it’s because I now know he’s some vigilante, saving children and women
from evil people, or if it’s because he confessed that he’s only ever turned
into a psycho for me. S ll, both prospects have shi ed the way I look at
him.