“From this moment on, Marat will be your personal guard, your nanny, your shadow—call him whatever you want,” says her father.
“You seriously want to hand me… to him?!”
“This is not up for discussion!” thunders the father’s ominous voice. “He’s the only one who can protect you.”
I turn around. Shocked, I cover my mouth with my palm and look at the man. He’s the one I spent the night with—and then I ran. The one who shamelessly devoured me with his gaze. And now he will be my guard.