KRISTINA'S POV I don't know why his goal is to kill me or what he'd even gain by it, but if I had any chance at escaping from here without getting my throat slit, then I had no choice. I could only play this game to its fullest extent. I couldn't afford to give him an opening to harm me. "Why are you here?" I asked again, taking out my wallet and flipping through the small leather notebook inside. "What do you want from me?" "You really should put that gun away, Kristina. You need a better excuse for it than that." When I remained silent, he continued, "If you must know the reason I am here, the reason that brought me to your doorstep, you can call it blackmail... if you will…" His eyes gleamed mischievously as he continued, "Or you can call it 'the truth.' Whatever you wish, I have told you, now you tell me." "I said… What do you want from me?"His eyes were fixed on my chest, and I felt uncomfortable having him so close. Even though I knew it was best that way, the idea of letti
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