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Cillian ended the call and glanced at us. Like before, I couldn’t stand the intensity in his eyes and looked away. I don’t know why they made me so uncomfortable though they seemed familiar. It was odd. And very infuriating.

“I’ve called forensic to take your underwear and that box, and to check your room. I need to talk—”

“Wait,” my brother interrupted. “I didn’t agree to have more people involved in this. Can’t you find who did it?”

Cillian hummed and slid his hands in his pockets. He looked so out of place in my white and pink room with his dark clothes and large frame. Even though my room was as big as that suite, Cillian made it look tiny by just standing in it.

“Let me ask you this, Damon, would you ever let a twelve-year-old kid drive your McLaren GT?”

I raised my brows and turned to Damon.

“Of course not. He’s a kid.”

“So, I’m sure you’ll understand why I need a team to look over her room. I don’t specialize in lab work, but they do. Now, do you mind if I talk to your sister alone?”

“I do min—” Damon stopped when his phone rang for the umpteenth time. He glanced at me and I rolled my eyes at him.

“We can talk in the guest room, Mister Cillian,” I said, not waiting for his answer when I saw the dark glint in his eyes.

It ran through my entire body, making me very aware of what I was wearing—absolutely nothing, underneath the blanket.

“Sure, Emma,” he whispered, his voice smooth and soft and making me feel unsteady on my feet.

This man is starting to feel like trouble.

Could I really talk to him alone in a room with a closed door after what happened?

15

I’LL STAY

CILLIAN

“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly.

I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.

She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.”

My lips twitched. “Of course.”

Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her.

My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.

The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, directly addressing her.

“Actually…” She halted when we entered a room smaller than hers with white and grey sheets and none of her girly shit like makeup, dresses or the sweet vanilla scent that lingered in her room. The room was musty, most likely because it hasn’t been used a lot. She must have slept here after what had happened. The sheets were mussed up and there was no bedspread; most likely that was the blanket draped over her body. Was she afraid of going back to her room alone?

Her cheeks were dusted with pink when I closed the door behind me, keeping it unlocked. I didn’t want to make her feel unsafe or crowded because I was tall and broad in front of her tiny frame. She could be still under the shock. I stood at a safe distance and raised my brow, waiting for her continue.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower and change?” Her voice was small and she couldn’t meet my eyes as she spoke. Huh. I tilted my head, watching her body language, but unfortunately, she was covered in a blanket, and I could only see her face and bare feet, her cute toes painted in pink. Adorable.

Her pretty feet wrapped around my waist when I slammed inside her—I forced myself to look away, hoping she wouldn’t notice my red ears.

“I-I mean, I can do it later if you’re in a hurry and have to be somewhere else, and we can talk—”

“Emma,” I said her name, clenching my hand in a fist because I hated myself for liking—no, loving the way it voiced out. Her name was soft and angelic. Like her. “I don’t mind.”

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