She’ll kill you and Av4.
Use the niece to scare Rhea out of hiding. Physically corner her. Demand answers.
Nuts.
No other choice.
And that’s why Krish was now here in Sejal’s apartment.
Krish raked his hands through his hair and patted his face. Game face back on. No more thinking about that kiss or thesmall of Sejal’s back. Cute magic tricks and pretty face aside, it wouldn’t do to show a Chaudhary a single ounce of vulnerability. If she was anything like her family, she’d use it against him.
He quickly filled the bag with a few days’ worth of shirts and pants, along with an extra pair of sneakers. He hesitated when he opened a dresser drawer filled with underwear and bras, all cotton, all shockingly brightly colored.
His hand hovered over them.It’s only weird if you make it so.Trying not to look at them or think of her wearing them, he grabbed a solid handful and stuffed them in the bag. There. Now she’d be clothed.
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget your toothbru—” He stopped speaking as he came out of the closet.
The bed was empty. His handcuff hung off the bedpost, sad and lonely.
He ran to the open window. The street was still quiet in the earliest hours of the morning, the sun still far away.
There was no sign of Sejal.
Fuck. She might not be as guilty as the rest of her family, but she was slippery as all hell, and clearly, a very good actor. He crushed the curtain in his fist.
Well. He would not be underestimating her again.
Chapter Three
A cop? A cop! A cop.
Agent.
Whatever. Same thing. She’d kissed alaw enforcement officer. Gross.
Sejal scowled down at her bag. She’d picked the earliest flight out, but she still had an hour to go until her plane took off. She surveyed the crowd around her from under her lashes. It wasn’t quite five a.m. yet, but it was a busy early morning at the airport. Families shuffled along their bleary-eyed littles, businesspeople strode through with stuffed computer bags and totes, and couples ignored each other for their phones. Even if they did look Sejal’s way, her powerful resting bitch face scared them away.
How could she have been so naive? Not to smell the bacon on the man the second he’d sidled up to her. She’d kissed him! Trusted him to drive her home! Her gut was clearly on vacation right now if she was that easy to fool.
He wasn’t perfect, she consoled herself. He’d made one key mistake, and that was leaving her alone for way too long with onehand unrestrained. She’d easily slipped the thin needle out of the gold pendant around her neck and picked the lock.
