as dead

om the awkward angle. He was sprawled beside her, one arm thrown carelessl

was deep and slow, a stark contrast to the shallow, tense breaths he to

had destroyed her family, locked her up, and ruined

piercing noise sha

f his suit jacket, buzzing against the leather cushion. The defa

mped into her th

aced by a deep, angry furrow in his brow. His hand clenched into a fist, and a low, dang

r where he was, what he was doing, and he would probably think she had drugged

ng to his eyes. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, a clumsy, panicked gesture meant to hold him down. A

continuous, low vibration. "Shhh, it's okay, just sleep." It was

The furrow in his brow smoothed out. His fist unclenched, and his hand went slack.

reath. Holy crap. It wo

n her nerves. She couldn't let it keep going. Sh

in the dark room

ant. The g

h of protocol. It was asking for trouble. But if she didn't answer, Alvi

her ear. She kept her voice low, mimicking the gr

eep," she

ce on the

cer's brain. The man was a robot, perfectly efficient and utterly unfl

ly never been told that his boss, the chronic insomniac who ran a multin

ce was cautious, l

the name he would recognize. "He's

almost smell the shock c

his voice cracking slightly.

aid firmly. "D

to the far end of the sofa. She looked dow

and she had shut down his right-hand man. The power

as huge, and she was practically crawling over him. But she managed to get to her feet. Sh

She looked at his sleeping face, then a

y person in the world who could give this man peace

lot of w