“Unbelievable,” I mutter, shaking my head and looking out the window.
“Is it though?” His head turns just enough that I think he is looking at me. “You know what you’ve signed up for, don’t you?”
“Not all of this was my choice,” I snap.
He lets out an indifferenthmmand we drive the rest of the way in silence.
“I’ll see myself to the door,” I say once he puts the car in park.
“Are you sure, Miss Parker? Ransome usually prefers that I?—”
“I said I will see myself in.”
With that, I slam the door and head up to the penthouse. I punch the number in and shove the door open. It slams behind me, locking automatically as it does.
He would have a new code set to lock as soon as I’m in. Even though Ivan is gone, I’m still stuck. Of course.
“If this is your way of showing affection, you need to work on it!” I snap into the darkness. The only light on is the microwave light, but I don’t care.
I rip my shoes off and stomp into the kitchen for a glass of water. I woke up with a raging hangover and there’s still a residual throbbing behind my eyes.
Then movement down the hall catches my attention.
I gasp.
Standing near the entrance is a tall, strong silhouette.
I let my breath back out and roll my eyes. “If you were going to make it back before me, I don’t understand why Ivan had to bring me home.”
“Sorry. If I had known driving you myself was an option, I certainly would have obliged.”
My blood runs cold in my veins.
Slowly, I lower the glass to the counter.
As I turn my head to the hallway, Tristan steps out into the light, a smirk on his face.
I reach for my phone on the counter, but he takes another step forward. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“What do you want?” I ask carefully.
“The same thing I wanted before. Information. Surely it’s not that hard for a saucy little minx like you to talk now, is it?”
My heart is in my throat. But pounding even harder than that is my rage, right at my temples, because what the fuckisthis?
I just got shot at. I almost died, got shoved into the back of a car, got yelled at by the man who’s supposed to be protecting me, and now the guy he should protect me from is in our goddamn apartment?
No. Fucking. Way.
“I told you,” I snap. “I don’t know anything.”
“You got shot at today.”
“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”
He circles me. I turn in place, not wanting to take my eyes off him. “And yet, you don’t know what’s going on.”
I make an effort to shrug. “Ransome is rich. Well-known. Men in power always have enemies.”
