Kira's POV
We were in the first-class cabin, on our way to New Delhi.
I was sitting up straight in my seat, hyperaware of every movement, as I munched on my breakfast.
I was halfway through my fruit plate when I felt him.
Damien.
He appeared beside me like a shadow, leaning in close to pluck an apple from my tray. His cologne hit me first, and I found myself shifting away instinctively, my shoulder pressed against the window. "What are you doing over here?"
Damien took a bite of the apple, his eyes never leaving mine. "Seriously? You're really asking me that question?"
"Yes."
"Wow." He settled into the empty seat next to me, even though his actual seat was two rows up. "Sometimes I wonder if you are actually my bodyguard or just someone who follows me around for fun."
I bristled. "Of course I'm your bodyguard…"
