Chapter 15 – There Will Be No Warnings
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It started with a crash.
Glass—shattering across the floor.
Lucien had left to meet a contact.
I was alone.
And someone had broken in.
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I didn’t scream.
I moved.
Grabbed the hidden knife under the kitchen drawer. My pulse pounded, but my hands didn’t shake.
I wasn’t the girl who walked into this tower weeks ago.
I was the woman they tried to erase.
And I remembered how to fight.
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But when I turned the corner—
It wasn’t a stranger.
It was a man in a mask.
Black gloves. Silent.
And in his hand…
A gun.
He didn’t say anything.
He just raised it.
Then—
Bang.
But not from him.
From behind him.
He dropped.
Lucien stood at the doorway, breathless, holding a gun of his own.
His suit soaked in rain. His eyes—wild.
He crossed the room and pulled me into his arms without a word.
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Later, after the cops left and the body disappeared in silence, Lucien spoke.
“They’re done playing nice.”
“They were never playing nice,” I said.
He looked at me like I was something fragile and dangerous at once.
“I should’ve never brought you into this.”
I touched his face.
“You didn’t bring me in,” I whispered. “I walked in. And I’m staying.”
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That night, he stayed in my room.
No rules. No barriers.
Just two people who had already lost too much to walk away now.
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