Protect her. Obey her father. Never fall for her.
Those were the only three rules Theo was given when he accepted his assignment as the president’s daughter’s personal bodyguard.

Danielle Geiger was supposed to be another mission to him, just a spoiled heiress hidden behind privilege and secrets. But the moment he saw the loneliness behind her toughness, everything he’d been trained to control began to break.

And then, Theo broke all three rules.

Every order he followed led him back to her.
Every touch he denied burned a little deeper.

And when the line between duty and desire finally snapped, there was no turning back.

Because Theo could guard her body, fight her enemies, and take every bullet meant for her,
but the one thing he could never protect her from… was himself.

He guarded her body.
But she was the one who held his heart hostage.

Now, love isn’t the risk.
It’s the weapon that could ruin them both.

Danielle woke to the sound of city life outside the window. 


For a moment, she forgot where she was…


Then, blinking too fast, Danielle noticed sitting on the couch near the window, and having a cup of coffee in his handd.


"Morning," she said huskily from sleep.


Theo looked up from his cup. "You finally woke up."


"It has been hours," he said, glancing at his watch. "You needed it."


Danielle stretched her arms and walked toward the window. The city looked different in daylight, more real but less magical. "I want to go out," she said suddenly.


Theo raised an eyebrow. "Out? You're wearing pyjamas."


Danielle looked down at herself. Her light-blue pyjamas didn't exactly say "ready for the city." She laughed quietly. "Well, it's not like I brought anything else."


Theo stood up and opened a closet on the far side of the room…looking at that one specific dress longer than he should've had, Theo finally made his mind. 


Chapter 42 - Whiskey