Mia looked stunned.
Her breath caught for a second as Christian’s words echoed in her ears like a warning siren.
“They might come for you next.”
It repeated again and again in her head, leaving her frozen in place.
But only for a moment.
She blinked hard, straightened her spine like a soldier, and tilted her chin up with pride. Her voice came out firm and sharp.
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” she said, locking eyes with him. “Even if my life is in danger—for all I care. I’m a grown woman, and I can take very good care of myself. Thank you very much.”
Christian gave a short, dry cough—one of those half-laughs people use when they’re trying to behave but just can’t help themselves.
“Yeah, right,” he muttered under his breath. “Grown lady, and you willingly walked into a death trap.”
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