More gently, I say, “He’ll see you coming. He’s prepared for everything. Except me. I’m the only person he loses control with. I’m the addiction he can’t shake. He’s had and discarded hundreds of girls. Thousands maybe. But he kept me for seven years. Right by his side, at dinners and meetings and every Sunday at church. I’m his favorite. In his own sick way, he needs me. He needs what I give him. He needs my pain.”
Naz thunders, “Well, I need you safe!”
“As long as Dimitri’s alive, I’ll never be safe.”
He leaps from the bed and starts to pace beside it, naked and bristling, masculine and gorgeous, so gorgeous he’s like a walking piece of art.
“You’re not responsible for whatever it is Dimitri’s got that Killian wants, or for worrying about anything other than getting well. The only th
