to be with the man she loves. Forced to abandon her family, and even her own
identity, Angelina depends on Haithem as never before. With no more secrets
between them, Haithem has become the source of all her needs. Sexually.
borders, avoiding persecution from everyone who would see Haithem dead and his
prototype stolen, the media fascination surrounding Angelina’s disappearance
continues to mount.
of what she’s left behind and the pain she’s caused to those who believe her
dead or held against her will.
stands to lose the one person left in his life he loves beyond measure. The
hunt won’t be called off until his enemies have destroyed him, his life’s work
and everyone involved—including Angelina.
promised to protect her. And Haithem always keeps his promises.
“Did you do everything I asked?”
Avner’s jaw set. “Of course I did.”
“I needed to ask—” I held his gaze tighter than I’d held his shoulder “—because I need you to look at me now, and tell me that if the time comes you’ll do what has to be done.”
He took a breath, then his jaw pulsed.
There were few people close to me I didn’t fully own. Avner might have been my only true friend. The only man with whom I’d argue. We’d argued about this. He’d refused my requests. Avner had the balls for that. Perhaps that’s what made him so crucial.
“Yeah, I’ll do it.”
My spine relaxed a fraction.
“I still say there are too many things that could go wrong, Haithem.”
My gaze drifted to the door once more.
Yes, there were.
Far too many things that could go wrong with this plan. The one contingency I’d never repeated to Angelina. One that could only work if she never suspected. It’d destroy her, but if we ever found ourselves on that road, that terrible one-way road, we’d already be beyond salvation.
Nothing, no part of all the good I could only hope would vindicate our actions, trumped her.
She had to survive me.
If everything went to hell, I could live in hell, as long as she was all right. She’d never forgive me if I had to go through with this. I’d told too many lies already. Even this planning broke the honesty keeping us together after everything I’d done.
But better to be with and not need, then need and be without.
So I planned for the worst.
“Do you have that other thing I asked for?”
“Right here.” Avner patted his breast pocket.
The door opened, and Angelina stepped through. It took work to keep the air in my lungs. She’d never been sexier. Not because she appeared different—I’d love nothing more than to strip that disguise away—it was the way she looked at me.
Angelina looked at me the way a woman does who knew and owned her own self.
She knew and owned me too.
Yet, I couldn’t help the questions clenching my guts—what had it cost to get us here? How much of her innocence had been lost? And how much more was yet to be broken.
Bardan finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive
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romance with a thriller edge.
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