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Cillian said, “We will gather the evidence and I’ve to talk to Elena about the case.” He glanced at me. “Do you feel safe in the house? In your room?”

I froze up when they both looked at me. I didn’t know why I was breaking into cold sweats all of a sudden and why the fuck my palms were getting so sweaty—

“I’ll take that as a no.” Cillian looked at Damon and said, “She needs security around her. And possibly another place to live. There’s an eighty percent chance that that person might try to leave another gift or try an attempt to meet you. That attempt could either be forceful or violent.”

“What?”

“You mean to tell me my sister is not safe in her own house?”

“What?” I asked again, my voice smaller this time.

“I am not telling you. I’m stating the facts. She’s being stalked. Chances are, this was not the first attempt. This person already succeeded in scaring her if she’s shaking on her feet going to her room.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Guys…” I was feeling parched and seeing black spots.

“I think you heard me the first time, Mister Grant. This was the reason Elena wanted me to take this case, because Emma is being stalked and she needs our help.”

“Our mother just died, okay? What she needs is some space and therapy and she’ll—”

“Emma.” I heard Cillian’s voice first. My knees gave as I fell on the floor. “Emma!”

18

BANGING YOUR EX’S DAD?

CILLIAN

Stupid.

I was too fucking stupid.

If only I hadn’t prioritized arguing with Damon and looked at Emma just for a damn second. She wouldn’t have fainted. But of course, I just had to prove my point.

“She fainted because of the sudden drop in her blood pressure. She’ll wake up in a couple of hours. If she doesn’t, you have my number.”

I thanked the doctor and watched him leave with Mrs. Karen, Emma’s personal maid and one of the main house staff, from the doorframe. I gave her a polite nod and wondered how the heck I was going to explain all this to Elena.

Damon had to work, so he had to leave and demanded me to keep him updated. But first, I needed to call Elena.

“Let me guess,” she started, her voice husky. I checked the time and mentally winced. It must be four in the morning in Azmia. “You’re taking the case.”

Flickering my eyes at Emma, I heard myself say, “Yes, I might.” Before she could cheer, I continued, “But this is more serious than the usual.”

I told her everything. The mysterious man at the club I had noticed watching her, getting roofied, her room being intruded by someone and leaving her a message and a present. Everything was a mess, but it made sense that the person who had tried to roofie Emma at the club might be the same person who invaded her room.

“Fuck,” Elena sighed, and I heard some shuffling in the background with some clicking noises.

Ah, of course. Cleaning her guns. I could relate. Cleaning them gave me a sense of comfort and made me think.

“Did you call the forensics team to gather the evidence?”

“They left an hour ago. We should get a report from them in the morning.” I rubbed my forehead, looking out of the window. “I don’t like how she’s the only one in the house besides the staff, Elena. Her brother doesn’t think it’s too concerning for her to leave her house. They don’t have surveillance cameras, so no one was caught. Even the two guards at the front gate don’t know shit.”

“Calm down, Big Bear,” she joked and turned the phone to speaker when I heard her whisper ‘I hate you’ to her husband. “Cillian, if you think she needs guards around her, I’ll start looking right away—”

“But isn’t Cillian the father of her ex?” Her husband, Zayed, asked, his voice rich and serious yet playful.

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