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CHAPTER 74

*RIYANSH'S POINT OF VIEW*

As I walked out of the bedroom, I felt sick. I didn't want even an inch of space between us now that James was free. My hands clenched into fists. Half of me actually hoped he came after her so I would be able to rip his head off, but the other half knew that I needed to keep him as far away from my girl as possible.

When I stepped out of the front door, closing it tightly behind me, I beckoned Dean over. His face changed immediately when he saw mine, obviously catching on that something was wrong. "Mr. Singhania just called. James has been released due to lack of evidence," I announced.

His mouth opened and closed a couple of times. "Released?" he said quietly.

I nodded. "They're sending over four new Agents from Washington. When they get here, we'll have a strategy meeting again, but I think we'll add an extra two for the day and night. One outside the building, one inside at night. Then during the day, I'll bring you slightly forward again so that you can act as second near guard. I'll then have the two extras take a fifty yard stance, one in front, and one behind," I frowned, trying to think everything else through.

Dean nodded in agreement, obviously pleased with my plan. "Do you think he'll come after her?"

A chill crept down my spine. I took a deep breath. "Honestly? Yeah I do." I would kill him before he touched her though. There was no way that sick, abusive, as**ole was getting anywhere near my girl again. Dean nodded, his face angry. "Let me know when the four guards get here, the Mr. Singhania said within the hour," I instructed, checking my watch. It was now ten to eleven; I sighed and frowned, looking back at the door. "I'd better go back in. Meera's in the shower, I think she's freaking out. Her dad told her about the letters."

Dean winced. "Wow, shit, okay yeah, go be with her," he agreed, nodding over his shoulder to the door.

I turned and stalked back in, making my way to the bedroom; I could hear the water running, so I quickly slipped out of my jeans and pulled on fresh clothes, putting two extra gun clips in my pocket. I'd need to carry extra bullets from now on, just in case. When I was dressed, I headed to the kitchen and just stood there waiting for Meera. She was going to be freaking out about this, but she obviously wanted time on her own because she'd sent me to speak to Dean. I'd have to give her time and let her come to me. She knew I was here for her.

About forty minutes later she came out of the bedroom, wringing her hands nervously as she walked into the kitchen. She didn't look at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, waiting for the outburst that I knew would come, and when it did, she would break my heart. I hated to see her cry, it was like physical pain.

"Hey, Princess. You okay?" I asked quietly as she started making coffee.

She nodded. "Yeah fine," she replied nonchalantly. I rubbed my hand down her back tenderly, wanting to soothe her. Wordlessly, she shrugged off my hand. "You want a coffee, Riyansh?" She sounded so cold that it sent a shiver down my spine. She hardly ever called me by my name.

I frowned. "Um, no thanks." She had her back to me, her shoulders were hunched, and her back was stiff. I moved close behind her and put my hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. She squirmed away from me. "Meera?" I whispered, frowning.

She just shook her head. "Just don't, okay," she said as she grabbed her cup and stormed out of the room into the lounge.

I stared after her in shock. She just needed some time, she'd come to me when she was ready for me to help her. She wasn't used to opening up to people so it would take a little time before she was ready to talk about it. I'd just have to try and be patient and not rush her into divulging her feelings.