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I raise a brow. “I wouldn’t have caught you if you weren’t being so obvious with your attempt to steal.”

“And I wouldn’t have to steal if I had money to survive. Money you hoard for fun.”

“I don’t hoard,” I growl.

“Do you need three phones and fifteen parties per month in your lavish mansion?” she asks.

My nostrils flare, and when I don’t respond, she keeps on dabbing my wound harder and harder like she’s trying to make me bleed even more.

“I didn’t fucking choose to be rich,” I say.

That’s your comeback? Jesus fucking Christ, Silas.

She throws me a damning look. “You think I chose to be poor?”

Fine. She wins.

My eyes travel across her face and those soft cheeks and lips that are in stark contrast to her bony, twig-like body. She got beaten up pretty badly, yet here she’s taking care of me instead.

What the fuck have I turned into? Max fucking Fletcher?

Suddenly, she sighs. “I just … wanted to thank you for helping me.”

My brows furrow.

She’s thanking me for killing now?

“You saved me.”

“All right. That’s enough.” I snatch the little cotton ball out of her hand and chuck it into the bin behind her. “I’m fine.”

But that raised fucking brow is still judging me like I’m a kid in need of a time-out.

“You really don’t ever let anyone help you, do you?”

“No one can help me,” I grit back.

Her lips slowly part, but not a single word falls off her tongue, and now I realize I may have said too much.

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t look away from those damn downturned lips that are so luscious they make me want to lick them and mark them as mine.

What has this thief done to me?

“You’d be surprised by how much people are willing to do for someone,” she says, getting up and packing up the items she used. “If you’d just show a little bit of appreciation.”

Fuck it.

I grasp her throat, fingers digging into her skin as I pull her face toward me and smash my lips onto hers.

CHAPTER 38

Ivy

My mindinstantly turns to mush the moment his lips make contact with mine. His mouth shatters my resistance as he claims me like he’s never had anything sweeter than the taste of my lips. One devastatingly possessive kiss and I’ve already dropped everything I was holding.

I can’t breathe.

His fingers tighten like a noose around my neck.