My mouth drops open when Andrey uses his other hand to unbutton his white shirt. Blood stains the button holes and the cuffs as he pulls it off his shoulders and tosses it over the chair where he left his jacket.
“I’m okay, Andrey,” I insist, wrapping my hand around his wrist to hold him closer. “I want to stay.”
His eyes brighten as a slow smile spreads across his face. “You’re a f*****g miracle.” He pulls me to him and kisses me hard on the lips.
Then, all too soon, he lets me go. I’m still buzzing from the contact as he stalks back to his prey, muscles rippling under a thin spotlight coming from the moon above.
I can’t take my eyes off him. It’s true that his life is a dangerous thing. But so is he.
And if I have a prayer of being safe in this world… it’s with him.
“Would you have
