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Keeping my eye toward the hallway, I wait for a few minutes and when she doesn’t come out, I bend and pull out her phone.

But of course, it has face ID.

I guess I’ll have to wait until she falls asleep before I try again. If that doesn’t work, I’m not above getting someone to hack into it. Putting it back into her purse, I make my way into the bedroom and take off my jacket, then my tie, and sit on the bed.

I want to join her in the shower but I allow her the space she needs. When I hear the shower turn off, I pull out something from the bedside table and wait for her.

She jumps a little when she sees me. My gaze drops to the small towel showing more skin than it’s covering. Her hold on the knot tightens while few water droplets shine on her bare neck and cleavage.

“Come here,” I softly tell her and my chest pulls tight when she doesn’t fight me.

I hate the shadows on her face when only a while ago, she was laughing and glowing.

I spread my legs and pull her closer between them. Pushing her wet hairs away from her face, I uncurl her fingers until the towel drops and she stands naked before me. My marks cover her soft tits, some light while some darker, and possessiveness runs through me. She remains quiet as my hungry gaze roams over her curves. Unable to resist, I graze my fingers over her tight belly and small waist, until I reach her pink pussy.

So pretty and wet andall mine.

Her hands grab my shoulders when I dip my fingers inside her drenched slit and flick her clit.

“Riaan,” she moans, her nails biting into the skin beneath my shirt.

Running my fingers through her pussy one last time, I place a soft kiss on her belly and pull away. When I fuck her and make her come, it won’t be while she’s vulnerable and sad with shadows haunting her. Nor will it be out of pity.

Grabbing the aloe gel I pulled out earlier, I take some in my fingers and rub it over her sore nipples and her areolas. Her eyelids open and meet mine.

“It’ll help with the pain,” I tell her and she blushes.

“Thank you.”

Standing up, I kiss her softly on the lips and whisper, “Let me take a shower and then, we’ll order dinner.”

Under the shower, my mind runs through all the possibilities of who could be hurting her. My blood boils as I think of who could make her so afraid of her own shadow.

How long has it been going on, and why are they doing this? It couldn’t simply be because they want to keep us apart. However, the truth feels far more sinister and dangerous.

The only thing I’m certain of is that it’s somebody I know.

Someone who is hiding in plain sight. And unless I get my hands on those texts, I won’t know where to search.

Whoever it is, they can’t hide forever.

Until then, I’ll keep Nyra safe.

Chapter Thirty-Three

NYRA

I know you’re back.

Are the words I expected to hear from Zain. But still, I wasn’t prepared for them, especially not with Riaan witnessing it from right beside me.

I was ready for the questions that I knew would be coming, but his silence was far scarier. Him blatantly ignoring my reaction to the text I got and calmly going back to driving made me nervous. I thought maybe he’ll ask me about it once we got home, but he didn’t.

However, I could see the calculative streak in his eyes and I know he’s putting the pieces together and plotting to confront me at the perfect moment.

I can handle his aggressive demands and interrogation, because then I know what’s going through his head, but if he keeps his intentions sealed, then I’m in big fucking trouble.

And no matter how hard I try to conceal my thoughts and emotions, I’ve already given him too many clues. I’ll need to be careful because he’ll be keeping a closer watch on me like a hawk.

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