Lexa - Chris Diamond Miss

Chris kept his smile easy. “If you’re here to arrest me, you forgot your badge.”

Chris laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. “You want me to be bait. For free.” chris diamond miss lexa

Chris looked at his wristwatch. A cheap, reliable piece he’d had for years. His heart hammered once, twice. Then he smiled—a real smile, for the first time in months. Chris kept his smile easy

Chris felt the weight of the room shift. He was used to being the smartest person in the room. But Lexa wasn’t a room—she was a labyrinth. “You want me to be bait

“Because, Chris,” she said, stepping close enough that he could smell her perfume—oud and gasoline, like a billionaire’s funeral, “I don’t need a thief anymore. I need a bodyguard. One who thinks on his feet. One who noticed the frame was wrong.”

Miss Lexa tilted her head. “Then I tell Silas Vane that you’re the one holding the real card. And I’ll enjoy watching him peel the skin off your very handsome face.”

Chris didn’t flinch. He’d learned long ago that flinching got you killed. He turned slowly. A woman sat cross-legged in the dark, her silhouette framed by the downtown skyline. She wore a severe black pantsuit, her platinum hair pulled back so tight it looked like it hurt. Her eyes were the color of frozen vodka.