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The spoken-for Princess of the Irish-American Mob, and the man who sets her world on fire with just one touch—the man who would take her life if he knew who she was.

I woke with a grave sense that something was wrong. My mind and ears were alert, but I kept my eyes closed and body as relaxed as possible. I focused on each breath that filled and fled from my lungs, but as the seconds went on, my breaths turned shallow and started coming faster.

 

Someone was in my room.

 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

 

It was dark behind my eyelids, too dark for anyone to try to wake me.

 

Kieran.

 

The name floated through my mind for merely a second before it was shoved aside by that overwhelming sense of wrongness.

 

Kieran was silent as the night.

 

If I’d woken to him, I knew my heart would have been beating wildly in my chest, calling out to the guy who had stolen it at some point in my life. It wouldn’t have been slowing, as if even my heart knew it needed to be silent in those moments.

 

If it had been Kieran, his dark, complicated presence would’ve filled the room, pressing against me in a way I’d spent years recognizing. Instead, electricity danced across my skin in warning, as if I was standing in the path where lightning was about to strike.

 

And whoever was in the room with me was attempting to quiet their steps . . . and failing.

 

The warm summer air blew strands of hair across my face, tickling my lips and nose, but still I didn’t move. Fear flooded my veins as that ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger, my breaths halting when I realized that I hadn’t opened the large windows in my room.

 

“One of the other rooms?” a harsh, masculine voice asked from across my room, the hushed whisper floating over to me on the breeze.

 

“No,” another deep voice responded. “He said it was in here somewhere.”

 

My body shook as I fought with myself over what to do. Before I could decide on screaming for someone or remaining silent, a third intruder I hadn’t heard made my decision for me . . .

 

Rough, thick fingers trailed from my cheek to jaw, and a raw scream burst from me as my eyes flew open.

 

The same hand that had gently caressed a split second before promptly slammed down over my mouth, muffling my scream and allowing me to hear the curses and demands now flying from the strange men.

 

“Shut up!”

 

“You fucking idiot—”

 

“We need to go.”

 

“God damn it, I said shut up!”

 

“—what the fuck did you do?”

 

“Let’s go!”

 

Footsteps could be heard pounding down the hall seconds before my door was flung open. The light to my room was turned on, revealing Aric and—for the first time—the three men in my room.

 

They were in dark jeans and jackets. Their hoods were drawn over their heads and held in place by dark bandanas that covered from their chins to just below their eyes. The two standing near the foot of my bed immediately began yelling what sounded like accusations at my brother, but Aric didn’t seem to be hearing them.

 

He didn’t seem to notice those two at all anymore.

 

A flurry of emotions had passed over his face as soon as he had entered the doorway: shock, worry, hesitation, and fear . . . but as his eyes narrowed in on the man standing above me, fury quickly replaced all the rest.

 

I screamed for him against the large hand covering my mouth, but I didn’t know what I was screaming.

 

Screaming for him to run and get help.

 

Screaming for him to save me.

 

Just screaming.

 

“I said shut up,” the man repeated again, his growl splitting over the shouts in the room.

 

The hand covering my mouth left long enough to connect with my face hard enough that it had the desired effect. The force made me bite my cheek and stunned me for long seconds as the metallic taste of blood met my tongue.

 

My brother tore into the room, shouting for me and shouting at the men, not even stopping when the man closest to him calmly pulled out a gun from the back of his dark jeans.

 

But he didn’t point it at Aric or at me; it just remained at his side in warning.

 

It was still enough to make my world tilt as a high-pitched ringing filled my ears.

 

Because there was a stain that was spreading rapidly on Aric’s shirt as he finally stumbled to a stop, and it was blood red. And it didn’t make sense, and someone was screaming and they needed to stop.

 

They needed to go help Aric.

 

Something was wrong with him, but there was so much screaming, confusing my already flooded senses as my world continued to tilt. And Aric was staring blankly at me as I was ripped off my bed by the man who had hit me—a gun in his free hand, raised in Aric’s direction.

 

And why wasn’t anyone helping him?

 

The screaming finally stopped, but someone was holding me back—pulling me away. Away from Aric and the safety of the house, toward the large windows. That rough hand was back over my mouth; the arm it was attached to completely oblivious to my clawing at it.

 

A wet choking noise sounded in the room, and I fought harder—except, I wasn’t sure my arms were working anymore.

Aric.

 

I couldn’t move.

 

I couldn’t get to him and I needed to get to him. He was going to fall!

 

Aric’s lips moved one last time, but I couldn’t decipher his words as my world darkened.

 

His knees hit my floor, and suddenly a pair of familiar green eyes were directly in front of my own. Rage and something so terrifying filling them as they locked on the man dragging me away.

 

Kieran.

 

Relief slammed into me as darkness wrapped its arms around me like an old friend and pulled me in close . . .

 

I jolted awake, my arms reaching to catch someone that wasn’t there. A sound between a sob and a scream tore through the room before I could attempt to choke it back.

 

My hands slammed down onto the mattress, barely keeping my torso up as my arms shook. My head fell between my shoulders like a dead weight as my breaths rushed from me mercilessly. Each strained breath sounded like an inverted scream as I tried to force the memories from my mind.

 

Within seconds the door to the bedroom burst open, slamming against the wall. The sound followed Beck’s frantic voice. “Lily!”

 

I opened my mouth to respond as my best friend rushed around, looking for a threat, but only managed another pained cry as everything crashed into me again and again.

 

Hooded figures that used the dark to their advantage.

 

Red stains on a shirt and my carpet.

 

Lifeless eyes.

 

Lines and circles. Always lines and circles.

He's the enemy . . . and she's never felt safer than in his arms.

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ON THE BREEZES OF THE SKY,

AND YOU ASK "what if i fall?"

OH BUT MY DARLING,

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