A threat disguised as coincidence.
Poor Angel.
So vulnerable.So alone.
But not anymore.
Not with me here.
I crack my knuckles as the next round of awkward Catholic flirting begins, and I swear, if that polyester-wearing dickhead in chair seven touches her hand one more time, I might throw him through a stained-glass window.
Not really.
Probably.
I take a breath and reel myself in.
Because I can’t scare her.I can’t make her run.
Not yet.
My job is to guard her.My purpose is to keep her safe.
But me?
I already know.
She’s not just an assignment.
In fact, I’m pretty damn sure the teacher’s mine.
Chapter5
Sabrina
“It wasn’t that bad,” I tell Mary as I gather my purse and coat.
“Not that bad?Ugh.You lucky heifer.All my guys smelled like chicken soup and cheese crackers.”
I laugh as my bodyguard—Ego.Or Theodore.I’m still not sure what to call him—makes his way toward me with that same serious, brooding expression he’s worn all evening.
And then I snort.
Out loud.
Because yes, I am that cool.
Do not be jealous.
He stops in front of me, those intense dark eyes scanning my face like he’s cataloging every freckle.I can feel the weight of his attention.
Not creepy.Not leering.
Just alert.
Aware.
He notices everything.It should be unnerving.It probably is unnerving.
