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room picked this up." He slid a piece of paper across the counter.
    Shane scowled as he stared down at what he assumed was a photocopied version of the note. Be a good girl and try to stay out of trouble while you're at school. Good girls don’t act like sluts and let other men grope them. I’m watching you.
    "What the fuck? When did this come in?" he asked.
    "Yesterday,” War answered. “There was no return address and no postmark."
    If there was no postmark it meant someone had dropped it into the student in mail system. Just like all university correspondence. Anybody could have dropped it in and it would be delivered to the desired recipient.
    "Did Caleb share this with Roland and his men?"
    War nodded. "Yeah. Already done."
    "I guess this changes everything. We need to be looking at active threats to Tris."
    "Yeah. Caleb is already analyzing for prints, but we're not particularly hopeful."
    It hit him square in the chest as panic and pain took hold. This wasn't just babysitting and keeping her out of trouble. There was someone watching her. Now, she had a legitimate threat against her. And the idea of anything happening to her made him queasy. "Okay. Thanks for the heads up." He swallowed before adding, "And for the backup."
    "It's like I said when we were kids—I'm pretty hard to get rid of."
    Wasn’t that the truth?

    S hane paced the length of his classroom. Protecting Tris was supposed to be easy. Watch the girl , they said. Make sure nothing too crazy happens to her , they said. Easy . Or so he'd thought. He'd completely underestimated how he'd feel about her. He wanted to annihilate whoever wrote her that note. The person clearly knew she'd be spooked, so they wanted to scare her. Asshole .
    But more than the active outside threat against her, Shane worried about the threat she posed to him. That shit she'd said to him in the car made him want to forget all about his good intentions.
    He'd already been having a hard time keeping his fantasies at bay when she'd hit him with that "teach me" bullshit. In that moment, he'd wished to God he was the kind of man his old man said he was. Selfish. Cruel. Self-absorbed. Son of a bitch . Because then, he could have been able to teach her anything and everything she wanted to know without a second thought. But that's not who he was. I am not my father .
    What made it worse was that he could talk to her. He'd spilled his guts over breakfast. He'd never intended to tell her anything real about himself. But she'd been sitting there, and out it all came. He liked her. She was more than some hot piece of ass he'd met at a club.
    Don't be an idiot. She is not your girlfriend. He needed this job. It was the only real purpose he'd had since his father died. He needed this chance. So fuck what his cock said.
    But in retrospect, there were a million things he could have done differently. For starters, coming clean with Caleb as soon as he knew Tris was his charge. Caleb could have found someone else. Maybe War, with him as support. Now, he was lying to his boss and the girl. He could just see where this shit storm was headed a few weeks or months down the road, and there wasn't too much he could do about it except hope he could get over this shit with Tris fast.
    Focus on the job. He'd only kissed her once. It wasn't that big of a deal. He'd kissed plenty of girls. Most of whom he didn't remember now. He could forget that he'd kissed her. Or opened up to her.
    This was all about the assignment. It was his job to get her to trust him. If she thought they were besties, then so be it. That was good.
    Thankfully, she wanted to bury the fact she'd asked him to show her things. Maybe they could actually be friends. As a bonus, he not only had her phone number, but he'd also placed a tracker on her phone. All he had to do now was not think about all the things he wanted to teach her. She wanted freedom. And while she didn’t know who he really was or what he was really doing, he might be