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A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

Kira asked, snuggling closer and wrapping her arm around his waist. "Well…" Bryan started, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her deeper into the snuggle. "It is a suspenseful thriller with romance, action and so on. It's about a man who killed someone in self-defense and a female government agent. In a way, their fates collide. I haven't gone far, but it is an interesting read." "Sounds very intriguing. Maybe if you are done, then I will read it too." Kira suggested, her eyes closing as she got more comfortable and sleepy.

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He ran the blade down my cheek with slow, measured movements, the cold metal grazing my skin just lightly enough to make me shiver. A jagged, sharp thrill of fear and exhilaration coursed through me, mixing with the heat in my chest. His touch was like fire and ice at once—an electric burn that made me both want to run and pull him closer, all at the same time. The knife moved lower, dragging a soft line down my neck, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me. The feeling of it was raw, dangerous, like being on the edge of something wild and uncontrollable.

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These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

hands reach out and grab my arm. I startle and scream, the naked man book flying for my hands to land on the ground with a thud.

Alerting them would get them in trouble with the anon psycho. She was alone. She couldn’t do anything but oblige. God, she thought, I was supposed to be a grown-ass woman. Not a girl moving God knows were because a scary man threatened her. With a gun, her subconscious reminded her. He’d almost choked her to death, then he’d threatened her with a gun right after saving her life. What was he? She wondered. She couldn’t stop wondering even as he watched her pack like a hawk. "I’m done." He nodded, gesturing for her to follow him.

I placed my hand on the cold knob, and it creaked open under my push, revealing a library. Dust floated in the amber light coming from a chandelier, the scent of old paper surrounded me like an embrace. Shelves towered on all sides, cracked and faded with a variety of books. My fingers drifted along the titles crested in the rectangular back of the books, then something caught my eye—a red hardback, its cover smooth and untouched. The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.