Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Harry Styles
Winter was gone by the time I woke up.
The clothes I'd gotten for her were folded up, placed neatly on the end of the spare room bed. The bed also remained untouched. It was clear she hadn't slept in it, or even sat down it seemed. I couldn't be entirely sure when she left, if it had been right after I closed my bedroom door or if she had waited a while to make sure I was asleep first.
I hadn't seen her since then. Even when I checked the security camera I'd placed on the street outside her flat, I hadn't seen her at all. She hadn't gone back to her flat in the past six days. Aaron had left her flat a few hours after her, beaten and bruised, covered in his one blood from how many times I'd punched him and Winter smashing a glass over his head.
It was one of the extremely rare times since I'd met her that she looked scared. The only times she looked scared was when it revolved around her boss. Roman. The time I found her in her flat, and now when Aaron arrived at the door for the second time.
She had been scared, the fear was entirely evident in her eyes, something that couldn't be faked. The entire period of time between Aaron entering her flat, and her disappearing after I'd said goodnight, she had been on the brink of tears. No matter how much she tried to hide it, the constant zoning out, the way her bottom lip subtly quivered when there was silence for too long, the glossiness in her eyes.
Complete terror.
And I'd been entirely helpless. There was nothing I could do. I'd been warned not to interfere, or even think about him, which was something I was never going to agree to, but I was never going to actively try and make the situation worse for her.
Until he showed up.
Until he stabbed me and nearly killed Winter on her bedroom floor. No matter how much she hated me and resented me for ever touching him, I wasn't going to stand and watch her die.
I wondered now where she'd gone, what she was doing, if she was staying with her friends for the time being. I wanted to know everything.
I wanted to know where she'd been for the past six days.
Winter had this talent for letting me in just enough to feel like I was getting somewhere with her, to feel like I would know her. She gave me enough to have me entirely interested and captivated, and then disappeared, leaving me only wanting more, and more. She came in doses, periodic times where it was like a high, where she gave me everything. As soon as that was gone, all I wanted was more. She completely embedded herself in my mind, whether it was deliberate or not. Everything in my life was slowly being consumed by her.
It was another dreary Monday morning. A week of thinking about Winter, a week of wondering where she was, or even if she was alive. It had been a week since I'd been at work, taking another medical leave since I'd been stabbed by Aaron. So six days of sitting in my flat, doing nothing besides thinking about her.
