Charley released her grip on the stun gun and blew out a breath.
Two events in a row with that creep. God, sometimes she really hated the art crowd. At least he hadn�t tried anything this time; Dorian�s implicit warnings at the auction must�ve really gotten to him.
Rattled but undeterred, she continued along the path in search of a quiet place to rest her bones and figure out what she was going to tell Dorian about her "prowling" tonight. Clearly, he�d spotted her snooping around upstairs, and despite the intense moments they shared in the basement, he had to be wondering why she�d gone down there in the first place. She didn�t want to complicate things with more lies, but it�s not like she could spill her guts and beg for mercy, either.
God, what a fucking mess.
A soft snick caught her attention, and she glanced up to see another man leaning against a sycamore tree several paces off the path, half hidden in shadow.
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