Page 13 of Stalking His Assassin

This chick has some major tech securing her home. It's impressive. Once the retina scan is approved, she enters a long series of numbers into the keypad. She doesn't attempt to hide them from me, which is curious, considering she just got done telling me I wouldn't get the code from her with torture.

"That's a one-time code. Don't bother trying to remember it."

"Impressive security. Where did you get your tech?"

"I created it," she says with a smirk. "Which is why you won't be leaving or returning without my approval. You might be a decent enough hacker, but bypassing even part of my system would take years."

"There's no place I'd rather be than locked in your castle at your mercy, little wolf."

"We'll see."

She's barely a foot in the door when she turns from me and braces herself. I'm instantly on alert for danger, but there is none. I'm about to ask what's wrong when a giant cream-colored fluffball jumps into Eris's waiting arms.

"How's my sweet boy?" she coos at the cat as he rubs his head along her jaw and cheek. He lets out a low meow in response to her talking. "I'm sorry I'm so late."

He meows again. If a cat's meow can sound displeased or annoyed, that's what this is. I chuckle at the fact that the most feared assassin among us is apologizing to a cat that seems to be talking back to her. It's as cute as it is ridiculous.

Eris gives me a displeased look. "This is Potato. Hurt him, and I will strip you of every inch of skin while you're still alive, starting with your dick."

I barely resist the urge to put a protective hand in front of my dick. "I like cats."

She nods, accepting my words as compliance. "Good."

"Are you hungry?"

"I could eat. I'm not sure how long I was in that damn box."

She nods and leads me to her kitchen. Her home is warm and comfortable. There's an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that show the night sky. I can see lights from the buildings surrounding us but don't recognize the cityscape. Doesn't matter where I am because I'm right where I want to be.

The living room has a plush sofa and chairs that look like they would suck your soul out from how comfortable they are. Everything looks like it was chosen for comfort. I like that she's made her home a sanctuary, not a showroom like many people with money. She's got art on the walls that are obviously originals, but they fit the décor and don't make the space pretentious.

The kitchen is pristine. A chef's dream kitchen for sure. She opens the fridge and fills her arms with eggs, cheese, vegetables,and bacon. She sets everything on the counter and starts prepping the food.

"Where were you when Tomas took you?"

"New York City. He gave me a card for the Syndicate and told me not to be late but didn't give me a time. I showed up to the address and was hit with a tranquilizer dart and woke up in the box."

"When did you go to the address?"

"Noon…"

"What day?" she asks.

It hadn't occurred to me that I could have been out for more than a day. "Thursday. What day is it?"

"Oh… I guess that depends on how you count days. Like, is it a new day at midnight when it's technically a new day, or do you consider it a new day after you've gone to bed for the night and wake up?" she rambles.

"Tell me."

She looks at me briefly, then refocuses on chopping the vegetables in front of her. "My friend Harper would tell you it's Saturday since we're awake after midnight. I prefer to start the new day at midnight, which means it's Sunday."

"It's been three days since I was tranqed," I growl

"Technically, it's only been sixty-two hours and forty-six minutes."

"Jesus. I'm going to kill Tomas the next time I see him. I don't understand the theatrics. I would have let him bring me here willingly. Pretty sure he knows that, considering he seemed to be appraised of our little game of chase."

I step closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her apple scent fills my nose, making my cock achingly hard.

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