Ivan checks something on his phone and shakes his head like he’s bored. “No, you’re not.”
He blows out a breath. “I just made it clear that I can do whatever I want.”
“And you want to hold me against my will?” I challenge. “You want to kidnap me and force me to marry you?”
I don’t really think there’s any hope that I’ll appeal to some deep reservoir of morality inside of him. But then he stiffens. He pockets his phone and turns to me with rigid, careful movements.
“I want to keep you alive. I want to keep you breathing.” He stalks closer to me. “You don’t have a single f*****g clue how much danger you’re in. A sniper just tried to shoot you in the chest and you want to parade back into your apartment for a goddamned toothbrush.”
It sounds ridiculous when he says it like that.
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