Page 244 of Allegiance

He saw that now.

There was also something blatantly clear.

He was a pervert.

As she stood there, sipping her wine, she stared across the vast darkness, focused on where she knew he would be. Oh, she didn’t see him.

No.

She felt his gaze and traced it back to where a predator like him would hide in the shadows.

While this should terrify her, it didn’t. He’d saved her from El Gato’s men, and he’d never hurt her. The only time he scared her was with that scorching kiss.

It scared her simply because she wanted more.

And more.

And more.

As she leaned against the window, the cold of the glass pressed to her body, she pictured him suffering across the street, watching her.

She knew what she wanted.

Calyx wanted him.

As someone who worked the streets to survive, played the game, and saved her money, she never had the desire to be with anyone.

It was akin to working all day building boxes. You didn’t go home and crave building more, and yet, here she was.

Craving this man.

This mercenary.

This broken soul.

A part of her longed to heal him in hopes that he could do the same for her.

When she teased him enough, she picked up a thick marker and wrote on the paper. Then, she held it up to the window.

‘Remmy, you know how to pick a lock.’

That was all it took.

The second he saw it, his body reacted, and he knew he needed to leave.

There was one woman who could make him break that vow of celibacy.

There was one woman who tempted him.

It was her.

And that meant she could destroy him.

Remmy had been there once, losing his wife and daughter. He’d taken that oath to never allow himself to love again because it could, and likely would be, his destruction.

The last thing that he wanted was to let that happen again.

With every ounce of strength he had, he stood from the place he’d tucked himself, knowing she’d be able to finally see him.