She took a bullet for the mafia boss’s twins—but in that moment, he finally saw the truth about the woman who had been living in his house all along

like he had survived a bullet this time.

Clara stepped closer.

“I’m not your employee anymore.”

“No.”

“I’m not your property.”

“Never again.”

She studied him.

“And I am not your guardian angel.”

Davis’s eyes softened.

“No,” he said. “You are the person who reminded me angels usually look like people we failed to deserve.”

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