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“You do not want to know.”

Chapter 9

Vidar

“Last warning, asshole. Walk away.”

The mortal is either extraordinarily brave or spectacularly stupid.

I suspect the latter.

His fingers remain locked around Wren’s wrist, his expensive shoes planted firmly on the sidewalk outside her flower shop.

“Grant, let go!” she demands.

He ignores her.

Instead, he looks me up and down with a sneer.

“What are you supposed to be? Her new bodyguard?”

“Vidar,” Wren says quietly. “Remember your promise.”

I remember.

I promised not to harm this man unless she was in immediate danger.

I also remember the bruises on her wrist.

The fear in her eyes.

The photograph taken without her knowledge.

I look at Grant’s hand.

“Release her.”

He laughs.

“Or what? You’ll beat me up? You know who I am, buddy? I’m an attorney. I’ll have you arrested before you can…”

“Grant!” Wren snaps. “Stop it!”

She twists her wrist, trying to pull free.

He yanks her toward him.

“You’re coming with me.”

“No!”

She struggles.

He shoves her.

Hard.

Wren stumbles backward, crashing against the flower shop window.