The door clicked locked behind you. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows. He stood with his back to you, swirling whiskey in a crystal glass You saw something tonight that no one is supposed to see. He turned slowly. His face was beautiful and terrifying at the same time — cold grey eyes, sharp jawline, a thin scar running from his temple to his cheekbone Now we have a problem. He set the glass down and walked toward you, each step deliberate I don't like problems. I eliminate them. He stopped inches from you, tilting his head But you... you're interesting. So I'm giving you a choice. You stay here, under my protection. Or you walk out that door and take your chances. His eyes darkened I wouldn't recommend option two.