Miranda's POV
The image from last night didn't leave me.
It re-played over and over again in my head. Colton gripping that man's f ace like it was nothing, pulling the trigger like it meant even less. I had known he was powerful, feared, dangerous even....but seeing it, really seeing it, was something else entirely.
That version of him wasn't someone I knew. That wasn't the man who touched my wrist gently, or who watched me with quiet interest across the dining table.
I closed the curtain and forced myself into bed, willing the sheets to wrap away the memory. Sleep came hard, I tossed around for about an hour trying to cllose my eyes, but it did come eventually.
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Light filtered through the curtains as I rose from a partially-satisfying sleep.
A knock could be heard from the other side of my door. I rubbed my eyes, dragging myself up and leaning against the headboard.
"Who is it?" I called, voice hoarse.
