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                  And his chiseled face held a note of something dangerous. His muscular arms and flat stomach seemed powerful and threatening. His tall body loomed over me like a shadow in the night. I felt like I was trapped in a room with a rattlesnake—so smooth and entrancing to look at but still incredibly lethal and dangerous.              
     
                  Liam strode to my side of the desk and looked over my shoulder at the three folders. “Why these three men?”
     
                  I leaned back in my seat. Raising my head, I asked, “Why don’t you know who did it? Don’t you know who sent the men?”
     
                  He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Why should I know? Don’t you know who sent the men?” he countered.
     
                  I gave an aggrieved sigh and threw my hands up in the air. “Well because I’m not some demon from hell! Shouldn’t you know everything? Who died, how they died, who killed them—all that?”
     
                  Liam paused in surprise before chuckling in amusement. Putting a hand on the back of my chair, he leaned over and explained, “I’m not omniscient. I’m not the devil and I’m not a god. I only know what I can see of people en route. I can see how you died because you were already dead. With things regarding the living, I am just as informed as you are. Maybe less so because after all, I am not a human and don’t live in this realm.”
     
                  It was jarring to hear him talk about the afterlife so frankly in the daylight. It felt like he was talking about a dirty secret. But it also took away any hopes of all of this being some kind of elaborate hallucination. I don’t know why I had to keep looking for signs that this was all real but I couldn’t help myself.
     
                  Maybe because I didn’t think making a ‘deal with the devil’ could ever be an actual option, I thought sardonically.
     
                  “Then what kind of help can you be to me?” I asked, honestly perplexed. I thought he would be providing some kind of inner insight to who my murderer might be. Or at least, the name of the man who had sent those three men to attack us that night.
     
                  Liam pursed his lips as if considering his response before swinging my chair around to face him. Putting his hands above my head on the chair back, he leaned over me.
     
                  God, this was something else. Of course I had always had a crush on Liam growing up. How could I not? He was my gorgeous older stepbrother. Every girl from high school to college would sigh dreamily whenever he picked me up or visited me. They would always say how envious they were of how sweet Liam was, how protective he was.
     
                  And I couldn’t disagree. He was the perfect older brother and yet I couldn’t help but always hope he’d someday look at me as more than a little sister.
     
                  And now here was this Liam. Except it wasn’t him. It was just his body. And yet it felt so real. He now looked at me with a hunger that I had only fantasized about in the depths of my dreams. I could feel the heat of his body as he trapped me between his arms.
     
                  “I promised you help,” he said slowly. “And that help is me. With me, nowhere will you be alone or unprotected. I will aid you in everything that you want me to do from breaking into an office to breaking a man’s neck. You will have to do nothing alone. I lay down my word and my body for you. I promise you, you will get your revenge.”
     
                  I looked up at him. His face was so achingly familiar and yet the heat of his gaze so raw and foreign.
     
                  Feeling too hot, I tried to turn the chair around but Liam kept me in place. A small