I could still feel the stranger's grip on my wrist even though he was no longer there. The mansion was secure again, the lights were steady and his men were stationed at every entrance.. I did not feel safe, not really. The air felt charged like a storm was waiting to break. He stood by the window phone pressed to his ear giving orders in a voice that had no emotion. He was a man the world feared, cold, controlled and ruthless.. I had seen something else in him tonight. I had seen fear in his eyes. When he finally ended the call the room fell silent again. He did not turn to face me. His shoulders were stiff and his posture straight. I could sense the storm inside him. "You should rest, " he said without looking at me. "I cannot, " I replied. This made him turn to face me. Our eyes locked across the room. The distance between us suddenly felt unbearable. "I told you to stay, " he said quietly. "I heard the door, " I explained. "You were not supposed to come down, " he said, hi
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