<p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I was just a data analyst.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I paid my taxes on time.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I used to feed a cat that wasn't my own and bake cookies for the office.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I was a good girl.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Then how was it my reward was to find myself penniless, broken down and stuck on the side of the road with everything I owned piled in the back, and all because I was being chased by the Mob?</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">But then again, I must have had some luck left or he wouldn't have stopped.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">My mystery hero. A man so handsome, he stole my breath and claimed it as his own, like the spoils of war. He asked me to get into his car, made me feel like he would take care of everything. He certainly looked more than capable. Both with his intimidating size and the way he sat in the back of his expensive car looking more like some Lord of the manor, just radiating power. But there was also something dangerous about him. Something dark and hidden, just under the surface. The way his heated gaze burned into me, as if he had the power to strip me bare and look deep into my soul so as he may judge its worth for himself.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">That was why I had said no.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">An answer I could tell he wasn't used to receiving.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">But instead of anger, he simply grinned and told me that he had a feeling he would be seeing me again.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">That fate would intervene.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">And that when it did...</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">He would be claiming his Lost Siren. </em></p>
