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       CHAPTER FOUR

      DMITRI HISSED OUT a sharp breath as Stavros dabbed his wound with an alcohol wipe. Yet the burn of it over the open flesh was nothing compared to the burn in his gut.

      The image of Jas’s face, her mouth trembling, her wide eyes stricken with hurt, would haunt him for the rest of his life. Along with a hundred other images of her.

      Jas, looking at him with a toothless smile, Jas, at nine, sitting by him in companionable silence while he nursed a broken nose, Jas, her tears overflowing onto her cheeks as he said goodbye to her and Andrew…

      Jas, as she glared at him with bristling hatred and fury at Andrew’s funeral five years ago…

      And now this Jas, who saw through his veneer to the real him, who had melted into his arms with such vulnerability in her eyes…

      Who had looked at him as if he was everything…

      A furious cascade of such hunger churned in his gut that he had to grasp the handrest to anchor himself. Just the torrent of emotions that had deluged him ever since she had come at him with that knife was proof enough.

      No! That look had been nothing but a result of shock.

      He didn’t want her to look at him like that, as if he was her hero and knight wrapped in one.

      He was no one’s hero, and definitely not hers. He shattered women’s silly romantic notions of him on a regular basis.

      Yet the hurt in her eyes disturbed him far more than it should have.

      Theos, where was the woman who had so thoroughly despised him that day?

      Setting Jasmine’s expectations regarding him shouldn’t require this much thought and second-guessing.

      “You know,” Leah’s voice cut in, “I always thought you were the kinder one between Stavros and you.” She sighed. “I’ll wait in the limo, Stavros. I don’t want to embarrass Jasmine anymore but if possible, please convince her to come with us.”

      “She won’t accept anyone’s charity,” Dmitri said, before he could curb the words. Because he had tried once and she had bristled as if he had made an indecent proposition.

      Leah’s displeasure swelled in the silence even after she left.

      Unrolling gauze, Stavros leveled him a flat look. Dmitri refused to take the bait.

      Stavros cut up a strip of medicinal gauze and covered up the wound and then neatly put on a plaster. Then he shut the plastic case and tucked it away. Uncoiling to his height, he finally met Dmitri’s gaze. “She seems…very innocent, Dmitri.”

      He understood the awe in Stavros’s voice. Dmitri had been prepared for the shock of seeing Jasmine after all these years, but she was nothing like he had imagined.

      From the moment he had entered that house, a tight fist had formed in his gut and it showed no signs of loosening. To find her like he did today, to imagine what would have happened if he had been late… Everything inside him ignited into a mindless fury, every lesson he had learned in controlling his temper consumed by that fear.

      “Something I didn’t have when Giannis plucked me from there, you mean?” he challenged Stavros.

      “Yes.”

      Stavros’s unsaid question reverberated in that single word, but Dmitri was in no mood to talk about the lack of his innocence. Stavros had come to mean more to him than even his godfather but he wouldn’t go into his past even for him.

      He refused to let it leave a mark on him.

      “You don’t know to handle her,” Stavros said in that arrogant tone of his that drove Leah crazy.

      “You’re afraid I’m going to corrupt that innocence,” Dmitri stated flatly.

      Jasmine was like the key to the Pandora’s box he had left behind a long time ago. And all he wanted with the key was to throw it away and not look back.

      “No,” Stavros replied, surprising him. “But it is also obvious that she—”

      “She’s a debt, Stavros, and I pay them.”

      A lethal smile touched his friend’s mouth. “Tell me your plans for her.”

      He remained silent, drawing a complete blank.

      What was he supposed to do with her now? She had no place in his life, even a minuscule one.

      “We both know that you can’t just let her walk out of here. Not without ensuring she’s not going to be a danger to herself.”

      “Danger she’s courted recklessly.” The words rattled out of Dmitri on a wave of anger.

      Why the hell hadn’t she come to him before this? Theos, he understood addictions and the damage they caused, but for Andrew to leave her with so much debt, a debt that Dmitri had no doubt was the result of his gambling…?

      Fury and powerlessness flew in his veins because Andrew wasn’t even here anymore for Dmitri to take it out on.

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