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can tell you that I will try. But what I can defini vely accept is you saving

the children and girls.”

Her lip wobbles. Before I can reach down and snatch it between my

teeth, she sucks it between her own.

A er a few seconds, she con nues. “I admire you more than I can say for

being one of far too few people willing actually to do something to save

them. The world needs more people like you, Zade.”

“Maybe,” I murmur, giving in and placing a so kiss on the corner of her

lips. “But all I need is you.”

Her eyes close, and she nods to herself. I don’t know what conclusion

she comes to in that pre y li le head of hers, but when she opens her

eyes and gazes up at me, it looks a li le like she needs me, too.

My hand slides into her hair, and just as I’m closing the distance, a voice

filters in through Addie’s bedroom door.

“Who's ready for a murder inves—” the loud voice trails off, replaced by

a loud gasp.

Mine and Addie's heads both turn at the same me. Standing in her

bedroom staring at us with a mixture of disbelief and anger is Addie's best

friend.

“Hello, Daya,” I greet, my mask falling into place as I smirk and step away

from Addie.

My li le mouse is embarrassed. I note the hint of shame, but it was

expected. It’s going to take me for Addie to truly accept within herself

that she has given in to her stalker.

“What the hell? Is this him?”

My smirk widens, and I turn to look at Addie. “Have you been gossiping

about me, li le mouse? Did you tell her how big my cock is?”

Addie’s eyes pop comically. Her hand curls and swings it right into my

chest. It feels like she just threw a slice of bread at me.

“Asshole! No!”

If it wasn’t for the small figure charging towards me, the loud stomping

would be a clear indicator to the storm coming my way. I turn and swoop

out of the way of another flying fist. This one packing a lot more punch.

That one might have felt like a whole loaf of bread.

I can tell the girl can hit, but fists don’t affect me these days. I’ve grown

too accustomed to the bite of a bullet instead.

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