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Yes. That’s exactly what needs to happen. I just need to figure out a way to get him to look at the footage.

I grab my gym bag and quietly sneak my way to the back door. He’ll be in the Lounge. He won’t even notice I’ve left.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that Xander hasn’t anticipated me leaving and isn’t waiting for me at the back door.

I quietly push on the security bar, unlocking the door. But instead of me pushing it open, it flies open. The wind whips at my freshly brushed hair, and the rain is so strong, it spits onto me and inside the hallway.

Fuck. I hope Obsidian is home. I’ll make sure to give him extra treats when I’m back.

Cursing, I grab the bar, attempting to pull the door in, but it won’t budge.

“I wasn’t lying about the storm.” Xander’s voice startles me, and I jump back into the hallway, almost bumping into him.

My breaths come in pants after my fight with the door.

Xander walks up to it and pulls it in by the bar. Muscles rippling and veins popping, making it look like it took him no effort.

The door slams shut, drowning out the noise of the storm. And I stand in front of Xander—shivering from the rain, basically soaked, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

I suppose I have been caught… trying to leave.

He folds his arms over his chest while his mouth is quirked up on one side. He looks annoyingly fucking hot, and my pussy pulses at the memory of what he did to me mere minutes ago. And I think he’s thinking about it too, because the way he’s looking at me looks like he’s looking at his favourite dessert.

“Are you running from me, Angel?” he teases.

I pop out my hip and mimic his stance. “Yes.”

He pushes off the wall, standing directly in front of me. He lifts my chin with his forefinger.

He looks undeniably beautiful. The red light hits the high parts of his face perfectly. He looks like he was carved from diamond.

“I told you, there’s no running from me now,” he says softly, disconnecting his hand from my chin.

My hackles start to rise. “I’m not sure you can stop me.”

He smirks, bringing his eyes level with mine. “No. But you best believe I would follow you to the ends of the earth.”

Every instinct in me is screaming to tell him about Luke.

I have one psychopathic man after me. I don’t need two.

But why, why, does it feel different with him?

“Drink?” he drawls, tracing his hand down my arm and pulling me towards the bar.

I groan internally as I let him drag me there.

“I don’t have a change of clothes, Xander. I’m soaked.”

“I know,” he snorts.

“That was a lame attempt at a joke.”

“It’s not a joke. It’s a fact.”

So, maybe he’s right.

And there’s no way I would’ve been able to drive back home in this storm.