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My hands went to my aching cheeks and chin, knowing I would probably have bruises all over the lower half of my face by morning.

Veer caught my movement, and his eyes darkened with even more fury. He pulled free and charged toward Grey. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wish you were dead.”

The agents grabbed Veer, pulling him back again, but not before he landed three more punches to Grey’s face.

I had to get Veer under control, or without a doubt, I knew he’d kill Grey. The rage in him was bubbling over. Veer was so calm that when his anger set free, it was almost impossible to hold him back.

I stepped in front of him and hoped he would listen.

“Veer. Let him go. He’s not worth it. He can’t hurt me anymore.”

Chapter Seventeen

“Let him go, Veer.”

I cupped his face and then gripped his shoulder, hoping he would stop struggling against the hold Secret Service had on him and focus on me.

Veer’s eyes never left Grey Decker’s fallen form, but he wasn’t trying to pull free of the agents.

“Please. For me. He’s not worth it,” I pled. “He can’t hurt me anymore.”

Veer clenched his jaw and then turned to me. “That piece of shit doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, or any woman, as a matter of fact.”

“Let it go. He’s not worth it,” I repeated. “He doesn’t deserve your hatred. That’s giving him too much power.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off.

“Don’t make me sing that song that makes Sam want to run for the hills. You know I will, and off-key on top of it.”

“You wouldn’t torture us like that.” A slight smirk touched his lips.

“Try me.” I ran my thumb over the swollen corner of his lip where Grey must have gotten in a jab.

The hard edge of his face softened.

The agents released their hold on Veer and moved to pick up Grey.

We stared at each other for a few seconds, as if we hadn’t just been in the middle of a brawl with a politician’s son or in the middle of a hallway of a hotel jam-packed with the political elite and the media.

This man had come to protect me. He wasn’t mine, yet he’d been here. Veer stood up to the man who’d taken a piece of my younger years and completely obliterated the memories, replacing them with new ones.

Maybe it was the violence mixed with the adrenaline of the situation, but all I could think about was getting Veer naked, inspecting his glorious body for any bruises and then kissing them better.

A throat cleared. “Senator. I think it would be wise to take the Governor to straighten his appearance.”

I scanned Veer’s clothes. His tux was rumpled and stained with Grey’s blood. His normal messy hair was a bit more tousled, giving him an even more sexy edge than usual.

“Thanks, Oscar.” I glanced at him. “Can you do me a favor?”

“No need to ask. No one will know what transpired tonight.” Oscar glanced at the Secret Service agents. “The hallways are currently empty and I will have my men sweep the area and the security feeds for anyone who could have seen the altercation.”

“Don’t worry, Senator,” said the one who I assumed was the agent with the highest rank. “We are well aware of Mr. Decker’s history. No one will know what happened tonight. You have our word.” He then gestured to another man who threw Grey over his shoulder and took him away from us.

I wasn’t sure how all the internal politics worked, but I had no choice but to accept them at their word. Besides, Oscar would do his best to protect my interests as he’d done since I was a teenager.

I offered Veer my hand. “Come with me.”

His gaze had never left me since his focus had shifted from Grey to me. My pulse accelerated. He had to know what was going on inside me.

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