Page 25 of The High Priestess

I blink like an idiot at the man, and it takes a few seconds too long before I think to respond. “I’m not your responsibility.”

He nods.

I shrug and give him a questioning look. “So? You can leave.”

This time, he shakes his head, and his lack of using actual words starts to work on my nerves.

“Did Santiago or the others tell you to keep an eye on me?” I ask, trying to get to the bottom of why this man is sticking to my side.

Again, he shakes his head.

Lowering my face into my palm, I let out a tired sigh. “Jesus, can you please use words.”

His tone is rough and impatient as he mutters, “I told you I’m keeping you safe because I don’t need your death on my conscience.” When I lift my head and meet his intense green eyes, he adds, “I’m your bodyguard.”

My eyebrows lift. “That’s not for you to decide.”

He shrugs. “It is.”

The man is so unbothered by everything but also gives off one hell of a dangerous vibe. I’m not going to lie. I’m starting to think he’s a little insane, and it scares me.

I’ll have to talk to Santiago. He’ll be able to control his sniper.

Getting up from the couch, I walk to the bedroom and lock the door behind me.

I previously left some clothes here, and there’s a fake passport under a different name, along with some cash, a burner phone, and a gun in the vault.

The bedroom door suddenly crashes open, and Knight shoves the shuddering piece of wood all the way open.

I stare at the unstable man with wide eyes. “What the hell?”

“Never lock a door,” he mutters before leaving again.

His crazy behavior is really starting to scare me. I was going to shower, but that’s not happening now.

Even though I don’t have any strength, I rush as fast as I can to get dressed in a cream pantsuit and matching leather boots.

I open the vault and grab the gun first. After I’ve checked the magazine to make sure it’s fully loaded, I tuck the weapon intothe waistband at the back of my pants. I take the passport and credit card and shove them into my pockets.

Switching on the phone, I impatiently wait for it to start before using my thumbprint to unlock the screen. I quickly go into one bank account after the other and transfer every last dime to my personal bank accounts. With Dad dead, I don’t want to risk the chance of Michail or Savvas blocking me from accessing the accounts. We might be close, but I don’t trust them not to try and take over the organization and push me out.

Until I’m officially the head of the Greek mafia, the money stays with me.

When I’m done, I dart into the bathroom and quickly brush my hair. After I’ve braided the strands, I put on some makeup, and by the time I’m done, I’m out of breath and feeling dizzy.

Suck it up, Cassia. There’s a lot for you to do.

Chapter 9

CASSIA

As I walk to the bedroom door, the apprehension in my stomach grows into a tight ball. I cautiously peek into the living room, and not seeing Knight, I slowly move forward.

Did he finally leave?

I turn into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and slam into a wall of muscle.

A loud shriek escapes me, and I reach for my gun. As I bring my arm up to train the weapon on Knight, he moves fast, his palm slamming into my wrist while his other hand rips the gun from my hand.

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