I’m so fucked.
I use the panties to mark the page.
Pink lace against pink paper.
A little gift. A little threat.
All I’ve just read says she likes to play predator.
Sees stalking as courtship.
Obsession as love.
Fine.
I can play that game.
I add a heart next to my initial.
Fuck it.
Welcome to being a switch, sweetheart.
Your move.
Before I leave, I stop at her vanity.
I slip one of her pink hair ties over my wrist.
A trophy. A warning. A promise.
I have work to do.
If Vitaly is tied up with Oksana, I need to get between them before Juliet gets hurt.
Before she does something that forces me to arrest her.
Or worse.
I need to solve this case. Take down Oksana. Protect Vitaly.
And make sure Juliet Lovelace never has to choose between love and murder again.
We have one thing in common.
I protect what’s mine.
She’s mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
Chapter Eight
Elliot
I set the folder on the dining room table.
Centered. Precise.
