Page 47 of Vows From Hell

So this was the person Micah told me about.

Arlo’s mouth opened as if he was about to speak, but Micah grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket and quite literally flung him across the room like a rag doll. For the millionth time in the past two minutes, my mouth parted in shock.

“Stay the fuck away from her and stop looking at her.’’

Arlo laughed and rose back to his feet, fixing his jacket and dusting his knees off.

“That’s cruel.’’ He feigned hurt. “How many people get to meet their favorite author and help them cover up for a murder?”

“No one.’’

“Exactly.’’

Micah sighed, already over this situation.

I walked over to him and hugged him from the side. His muscles immediately relaxed under my touch, and he looked at me suspiciously.

Arlo De Santis was one of the most adorable young men I’d seen in quite a while. But that was all he was — adorable. He wasn’t my type, and he was too young for me anyway.

Besides, I only had eyes for one insane murderer. How the hell was I supposed to deal with another one?

Micah returned the hug, and pulled me in his chest, holding my head firmly pressed against him, preventing me from conversing with Arlo any further.

“What the fuck do you want? I told you to come tomorrow.’’

“There’s something important we must do, and it can’t wait until tomorrow.’’

XV

MICAH

‘‘That is the important thing we had to do?”

Arlo didn’t hear me. If he did, the bastard completely ignored me. His eyes were glued to Storm, who seemed happy to chat with him, as all they did talk about were her books.

The only reason he was still alive was because he made her happy. I wasn’t going to allow them to meet anytime soon again, so I let go of it for the time being. It didn’t mean I liked it. In fact, I abhorred the thought of that moron even sharing the same air as Storm.

“It’s the most important thing to me.’’ Arlo finally opened his damn mouth, without looking at me, and then passed another book to Storm.

After dramatically announcing that there was an important matter to deal with immediately, he returned to his car and came back carrying a giant duffle bag. I thought it contained a decapitated body or weapons, but no.

It was filled with every single fucking book Storm had ever published.

And he wanted all of them signed.

“Thank you so much.’’ He beamed like a child, showing his tooth gem. I wanted to knock it out of his mouth.

My eyebrow twitched at Storm’s warm and welcoming smile.

I only needed to put up with this for tonight.

Why did one evening feel like an eternity?

The two of them clicked. His carefree personality was only a facade, though.

He was far more dangerous than I was ever going to be. His parents were two of the best assassins in the world, and Arlo was trained since he was a child to become one as well. He surpassed his parents a long time ago.

He had a nickname, too.

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