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I look over at Wyn, and she’s staring at me with those wide moss-green eyes. She looks afraid. And she should be, because ifI’m forced to be alone with her 24/7, there’s no telling how long I can keep the devil inside at bay…

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Wyn

This was a bad idea.

When I came to Rush House to ask for help, the last thing I expected was for the Sacred Sons to appoint Lucas West as my personal bodyguard. All I wanted were resources, like a private investigator or a connection over at the Sheriff's Station. Something I could use to shake some information loose. I wasn’t looking for a grouchy, sexy-as-fuck shadow who I hated me.

All the guys leave the room, except for Lucas. He walks up to me, and my only consolation is that he looks just as pissed about this arrangement as I feel. “I guess it’s you and me for a while,” he says.

He’s a couple of feet away from me, and I step forward, so I can push my index finger into his rock-hard chest. “Let me make one thingabsolutelyclear,” I whisper harshly. “There will bezerofinger fucking.”

He smirks at that.

“I’m serious,” I say. “If you go anywherenearmy pussy, I swear, I’ll choke you out in your sleep.”

He laughs under his breath and tilts his head to the side, his heated gaze gobbling me up. “That might be fun, actually.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

With a scoff, I turn on my heel and head toward the door. He doesn’t follow, but he calls out after me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and glance at the time, then up at him, annoyed that we’re even having this conversation. But I was the one who came looking for help, right? “The initiation starts in three hours. I’m going home to get some homework done before I have to get ready and be back here. Happy?”

He walks over to me with that confident rich-boy swagger. Once he’s a foot or two in front of me, he holds his hand out. “I need the key to your place.”

I audibly scoff at that. Is he serious?

“Um, no.”

He tilts his head to the side. “You’re the one who wanted help, right?”

Damn.I just said that exact thing to myself, and I wish I could argue against it, but whatever. This arrangement is only temporary, right? And maybe while he’s shadowing me, I can convince him to use his endless power and resources to look into the Gabriel thing more.

Right now, I get the feeling none of them believe me. They’re offering me support, sure, but that’s because it’s a part of their creed. After a week of Lucas shadowing me, and finding nothing, they’ll say they’ve done what they could, then go right back to treating me like a damn pariah.

With a huff, I take my keys out of my pocket and pull my extra apartment key off my keychain. I only have the extra one with me because I was going to give it to Lux, just in case, but I never got around to doing it.

I hand him the key, and he takes it with a smirk. Goddamn, I want to slap that cocky smile right off his pretty-boy faceso bad.

“I have some things to take care of, then I’ll be right over.”

Ugh.“The guy really only shows up at night, so I’m good for now.”

He just shrugs one shoulder, then walks past me to the door. Before he walks out, he holds the key up over his head but says nothing. I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to mean, butugh,I’ve really managed to fuck myself now.

I head straight home, checking the cameras before I walk in. But everything is exactly the way I left it. No flowers waiting for me, no skulking stalkers. When I’m inside, I lock my door and double-check my windows and balcony doors before opening my fridge and grabbing some water. Then I watch something on my phone for a while, before getting up to take a shower.

But as the hot water pours over me, all I can think about is Lucas. When his mouth is shut, he’s so fucking hot—tanned skin, cut muscles, and a strikingly handsome face that could make a girl come on command.

Ughhh.

I’m so lost in thoughts about Lucas that I end up shampooing my hair twice. By the time I rinse the soap out for the second time, the water is starting to get cold, so I turn it off and grab a clean towel from the rack I have next to the shower.

I always keep my bathroom door open. It’s just me here, anyway. Well, me and the creep who breaks in occasionally, I guess. But it’s a habit I can’t seem to break and as I’m toweling off, I catch a flash of movement in my periphery vision.

With a sharp intake of breath, I pull the towel against my body to cover it. My heart lurches, stops, and then speeds up as I step closer to the door and peer out into the apartment.

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