I carried Carina up to her room. She was still sleeping, as if she didn’t just risk her life for ten million dollars in a cage-death match.
A small smile played on my lips as I looked down at her peaceful state.
She was something else entirely.
I really didn’t want to admit it, but I was falling fast. I wasn’t the kind of man to fall in love, but Carina was different.
Really different.
She was strong and independent, not to mention so f*****g sexy. Her mouth was disrespectful and cutthroat, but she spoke a whole lot of truth that most people didn’t even have the confidence to speak.
She was her own woman.
She didn’t need anybody because she could take care of herself—but I couldn’t help but want to take care of her.
To lessen her every worry and fulfill her every need.
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