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Knight’s POV As much as I would have loved to take Aria right there and then, I knew just from the way she was acting that something was off about her. She had never been this aggressive—might I say—even when she wanted something from me. She was more of the persuasive and seductive type instead. Plus, if we were going to have sex, then I didn’t want it to happen like this—not when there was still so much I was keeping from her. When I threw her off me, I could see how her eyes changed, but just to make sure, I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her lightly till she finally raised her eyes to meet mine. “Are you okay?” I asked softly, but instead of responding, she scooted slowly towards me and buried her head in my chest. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice coming out as a muffled whisper. I lifted my hands to pat her hair gently, just to calm her down. I let her stay like that for a while longer, her heavy breathing filling the room, at least until she pulled away to look at me again

I didn’t even know what to call the feeling that passed through me the moment I processed that headline. Owner of Oasis Bar… Meaning Craig was dead. In his house?? The same Craig that Knight said they handed over to the police… then how the hell was he found in his house—and dead, to be precise? I finally raised my head to look at Jean, but I didn’t even know how to put it into words, so I just stretched my phone over to him slowly. He eyed me suspiciously but took it from me anyway. “What are you showing me this time?” he asked, his eyes still on me, but I just nodded toward the phone. “Just look.” He sighed but nodded anyway, his eyes darting to the phone… then widening almost immediately. “The hell is this?” he whisper-yelled, getting up and walking over to where I was seated. “Girl, this is giving all shades of shady. How is a man that’s supposed to be with the police dead in his house? Did he escape or something?” He looked at me like I had all the answers. “I’m as co

The way that intense feeling suddenly disappeared was daunting—especially since I was so into it. Knight made me feel so much in such little time that I was starting to doubt if that was even supposed to be possible. But of course… something had to ruin it. At this point, I was starting to think I was cursed or something because we somehow never managed to get past that point. The moment Knight shoved me behind him, I instinctively clung to his shirt, trying to steady my breathing—but even that was harder than I expected. My hands were trembling, the adrenaline refusing to die down. I felt Knight’s hands on mine not long after, rubbing them soothingly, and that was all I needed to finally breathe properly. My breathing steadied while he talked—no, yelled—at Rowan, but honestly, I wasn’t even mad at him for walking in. Like I said, we were the ones who decided to get down and dirty in the sitting room when we knew any random person could walk in. But I could tell Knight felt ot

Knight’s POV My eyes locked onto Angelo the moment I stepped into the room. He was seated in the center, and Rowan had been sensible—or perhaps sensitive—enough not to bind his hands. I drew a deep breath, dropping onto the couch facing him. I didn't meet his eyes immediately. If he were innocent, he’d be full of questions. If he were guilty, even the questions would be a performance. "What the hell is going on, Knight?" he yelled the second I settled. "Rowan practically dragged me out of my house and threw me in here without a word." He looked around the room, his chest heaving. "This room.. its for interrogations. What exactly did i do to be brought here,Knight?” "I should be asking you that, Angelo," I said, finally sitting upright to meet his gaze. "What did you do? What could you have possibly done to make me bring you here? Why don't you think about it." He ran his hands over his face, looking confused. "Goddamn it, Knight, I haven’t done shit! At least, nothing that ear

I spent the rest of my day doing nothing but hoping and praying for work to be over so I could finally go see Knight. And no, this was not because of the bullshit Conan spewed about Knight killing Angelo. I wanted to go because I was worried about him, just like I told Jean earlier this morning. I didn’t, for a second, believe that Knight was capable of killing anyone, especially Angelo, and I knew for a fact that once I got to the mansion, Angelo would walk out, cracking some of his jokes and pissing Knight off as usual. Or at least, that’s what I was counting on. I wanted to text Jean about it, but doing that just made me feel like I was even considering the possibility of such an absurd thing happening, so I decided against it. No need to go around spreading the word, Aria. It was a few minutes to lunch when Conan’s secretary approached my desk again, and this time I made my displeasure obvious because I let out a huge sigh the moment she was in front of me. What other action