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over
the arm was a strip of familiar fabric. Her top? He swallowed,
thinking he should turn around and leave. It would be the logical
thing to do.
    He stepped forward. A few large
pictures—black and white landscapes—hung against walls that sucked
up the blue hue of the moonlight. To his right, a wide bar with a
dark counter top separated the kitchen from the living area.
    Across the room, he spied a door cracked
open. Bunched at its base was another clump of material and a
single heel. He traveled lightly over the beige carpet and peeked
through the opening, already suspecting what he would find.
    His breath caught.
    She hadn’t quite made it under the
covers.
    She lay face down, head cocked to the side,
arms sprawled above her. Her legs were slightly askew and looked
pale against the dark sheets. The only bit of fabric she wore was a
tiny strip that sank into an ass that couldn’t have been more
perfect if it had been shaped by an artist.
    “ Mercy of gods.”
    Her body jerked at the sound of his voice,
and she gasped, rolling over the side of the mattress. The rustle
of a drawer being yanked open should have been his queue to
skedaddle, but he’d been momentarily frozen by the sight of her. At
the last second, he moved, and the bullet whizzed past his
head.
    “ Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m not
here to hurt you.” He backed away from the door.
    “ Shopping for apartments,
are you?” She hissed, barging into the living room, gun aimed true,
and still nearly naked.
    His mind went blank for another moment.
    “ I’m here to protect
you.”
    “ You broke into my place to
protect me.” Her tone was sarcastic. Then her eyes narrowed as
recognition took hold. “You’re that guy,” she said.
     
    Kyra swayed, feeling nauseous.
    Seeing his face between the two other blurry
figures reminded her that she was three sheets to the wind.
    “ I’ve come to keep you safe
from the Kayadon.” His arms were up, showing he was unarmed, but he
wasn’t meeting her gaze.
    “ From what?” she replied a
bit slurred. “Do you mean people who follow girls home and sneak
into their rooms when they’re unconscious?”
    “ Not exactly.” His words
were slow, as if he wasn’t really paying attention. She followed
his line of sight.
    Huh, when had she removed her clothing?
    “ Get a good look? It’s the
last pair you’re ever going to see.”
    His smile was cocky. “I doubt that.”
    Kyra squeezed the trigger three times. The
long silencer at the end of her nine millimeter muffled the
sound.
    “ Shit!” he bellowed and
stumbled back, clutching the open wounds in his torso.
    Even wasted, she was a spot on shot. The
trick was to aim for the middle one. If that didn’t work, just
shoot ‘em all. Bound to hit something.
    “ You crazy wench.” His
expression was incredulous, and she mused that psychos were always
surprised when their prey fought back, and won. Though he probably
didn’t realize it yet, she’d mortally wounded him. Lung, liver,
kidney. This one was proving tough, however. He was still steady on
his feet.
    “ Get out of here, or I’ll
put one in your head, you sicko.”
    He grumbled something she couldn’t hear and
still shamelessly ogled her. She tensed her arm for another
shot.
    “ Alright, I’m going,” he
said, as if she were merely inconveniencing him.
    But instead of heading toward the door, he
went to the balcony, and she registered now that the sliding door
had been open this whole time. He hauled himself up to balance on
the banister. Gun still trained on him, she took a step forward,
about to either make the kill or demand he leave again. When he
flung himself over the side, her jaw dropped.
    She rushed forward, expecting to see a
splattered body on the street and the sound of honking horns, maybe
some screaming from passersby, but there was none of that. She
ignored the chilled morning air as she leaned over the edge.
    Her heart, which she hadn’t realized was
racing, began to slow, and a low