“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “He said some s**t, and I don’t think he was bluffing.”
“What kind of s**t?” I asked, turning serious. “Did he threaten to hurt you?” Because I would cut his eyes out of his head and force him to eat both.
“No. I can say a lot of bad things about Adrien, but not that,” she said. “But I know he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt whoever I’m with.” She continued her work and avoided my gaze, like she assumed this information would bring our fling to a standstill.
“In that case, your place or mine?”
“Bastien, I don’t want to get you mixed up in my soap opera—”
“Your place or mine, sweetheart?” I took a drink.
She stopped what she was doing. “He’s watching my place. That was how he figured out you were there.”
“So you didn’t tell him.”
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