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“Can I see her?”
My voice sounded lost.
I was lost.
“Only for a short time.”

I got down on my knees next to the woman I loved. Blood gushed from a wound near her left eye, splattering my dress shirt, and more blood pooled behind her head. The smell of it made me want to vomit because it was her blood.

“It will all be okay,” I promised myself as I went up the stairs. “Just breathe.”
In out. In out.
A sudden shard of pain pierced my chest. No matter how horrible Taras was to me, I was addicted to him; I knew full well he’d end up breaking my heart, but I was in it for the duration.
Stupid me.

He began playing, and the sight mesmerized me so much I almost missed my place to start singing. His hands were beautiful, long-fingered and hairless. My heartrate soared at the way he held his instrument like it was a woman he was swaying in a sensuous dance. It was as if he was telling me with every note what he wanted to do to my body.

I couldn’t say no.
This damned girl has gotten under my skin and there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it.

Hearing my name from her again was like a match lighting a smoldering fire. I pressed my nose to the top of her head and breathed her in. She smelled fresh, natural, but incredibly sexy. I’d do everything I could to protect her. Emma needed Zoe in her life and what Emma needed, Emma got.

“Papa, you can’t let her leave like all my other nannies did.” She stamped her foot. “Zoe’s, like, the best nanny in the world.”
I laughed. “Then we’ll have to keep her, won’t we?”
My words were said in jest. But when Emma threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, I realized my mistake. How could I break it to her that Zoe would probably move on one day, just like the other nannies?

“You are a minx, Zoe Addison. I could have you shot for defiance.”

Pathetic.
I was pathetic.
Letting a slip of a girl affect me like that.
I needed her in my life like I needed a bullet in the brain. More to the point, I wouldn’t allow another woman to suffer like Nina had done.

I sat by the open window and listened to Taras playing his cello.
It was something he did every night. The melody drifting up from below was beautiful, haunting even; he was a talented musician. It seemed he was putting every part of himself into the music, laying his emotions bare.
Such pain, it made my chest squeeze.