“Hades had something urgent to handle,” she replied slowly, her voice steady despite the unease creeping in. “I’ll let her know, and she’ll be back by morning.”
Langston’s eyes gleamed with a cryptic smile as he studied her, almost as if he could see straight through her. “Isn’t it interesting, Miss Bailey? You and your friend are never in the same place at the same time. And then? You’re unconscious, and she’s gone too.”
He gave a small shrug, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. “Don’t get the wrong idea—I’m just looking forward to seeing you both together sometime soon.”
Katelyn’s gaze grew icier, a spark of anger igniting within. “Whether I show up together with my friend isn’t any of your business. Leave now, or I’ll call security.”
Langston maintained his smug smile. “I’m just asking a simple question. Why does your reaction seem so extreme?” He paused, letting the tension linger. “But I’ll leave you two to your… private time.”
With that, he walked out, the same smug look plastered on his face, as though he’d uncovered some hidden truth he’d long suspected.
As soon as he was gone, Katelyn shut the door and turned toward Vincent, who lay still and silent in the bed. She sighed, a heavy weight pressing against her chest.
A swirl of emotions tugged at her, emotions she wasn’t ready to face. For so long, she had reminded herself that her relationship with Vincent was strictly professional. Yet, after everything he’d done to protect her, that story was becoming harder to believe.
Maybe, somewhere along the way—amidst all they’d endured—something deeper had grown. Something she had been too afraid to acknowledge.
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She took a cotton swab, dabbed it in the water, and gently wiped it over Vincent’s dry lips. The room’s warm light softened his face, casting gentle shadows along the defined lines of his features. Weak and exhausted, Katelyn leaned beside him, letting her head rest as she slipped into a deep sleep.
Half-asleep, she felt a soft touch sweeping her hair behind her ear. Her eyelids were too heavy to lift. And when she didn’t stir, Vincent’s stiff body relaxed just a bit, his grip on tension loosening in the quiet.
The moment Katelyn slipped into the room, Vincent was awake, though he stayed still, keeping his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep. Now, he lay quietly, head lowered, his gaze fixed on Katelyn’s face. Her beauty stirred his heart, each beat louder than the last, as his emotions seemed to swirl and collide, pushing him to acknowledge them. His body often reacted before his mind could reason things out.
He remembered the first time he’d risked his life for her, willingly stepping into danger. He should have known then how deeply he cared. But he’d pushed those feelings aside. But not anymore. The one-year promise to Ryanna—he couldn’t wait any longer for it to end. For more chapters visit fin?novel.net
Vincent’s eyes softened as they settled on Katelyn, filled with a gentle resolve. He whispered, “I swear on my life—I’ll keep you safe from anything.”
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