That night, as I prepared for bed, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions that seemed almost beyond human capacity. Most of these emotions were tangled up with my enigmatic bodyguard, rather than the recent attempt on my life. His concealed identity gnawed at me—what was so crucial about it that he couldn’t just reveal it? Was he afraid I'd be frightened? After all, I had witnessed him kill four men in cold blood. How much more horrifying could he possibly become? Yet, despite it all, I was inexplicably drawn to him. He was both mesmerizing and elusive, a confusing blend of comfort and distance.
Guilt weighed heavily on me. I had a mate somewhere out there, and yet here I was, flirting with and pursuing a bodyguard whose presence was anything but reassuring. The thrill of teasing Magnus
