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silence.
    Ava shook her head and stood. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll see you around, Malachi.”
    She turned to go, but he said her name in that low voice and she turned back.
    “Ava.”
    “Yes?”
    He stood and walked toward her. He didn’t hold out his hand, didn’t touch her in any way, but she still felt surrounded. Her breath caught as his inner voice took on an urgent tone.
    “I will protect you.”
    She could feel her face heat. There was something intimate about the words, despite knowing he was only doing his job.
    “I know. And I want you to know that I appreciate—”
    “If there is any threat to you, I will protect you.” He took another step closer, and Ava tried not to shrink back. “I promise.”
    She felt short of breath. Not from panic, but… “Wow, you take your job pretty seriously, huh?”
    The first hint of humor crossed his face, and she saw the corner of his mouth inch up. “I do.”
    “Okay.” She stepped back, no longer able to sustain his presence. There was something magnetic about the man, and she didn’t want to know more. “I’m going back now. Don’t forget, appointment later.”
    “After not-napping.”
    She forced a smile. “Exactly. See? You’re an expert at my schedule already.”
    He said nothing more, but his quiet amusement followed Ava all the way back to her room.

    He picked her up again on the corner near the hotel but stayed a polite distance back and didn’t try to approach. She walked to the tram station and hopped on board, Malachi shadowing her. Then she stood, swaying with the movement of the car as the tram followed the tracks, down the hill and across the bridge to the New City. Instead of marble and brick, she was met with concrete and glass when she got off. Soaring buildings that would have been at home in any metropolitan area of Europe or Asia.
    Malachi came a little closer as she walked toward the modern building that housed the doctor’s office. Ava noticed several names and office signs that seemed to indicate it was an office building for different medical or mental health professionals. She took the elevator up to the third floor, ignoring her shadow, who seemed thankfully content to linger in the lobby.
    “Ms. Matheson?” A receptionist greeted her in the small waiting room.
    “Ava, please.”
    “Dr. Sadik will be just a few moments.”
    “Of course.”
    A few minutes later, a nurse peered into the waiting room and smiled before escorting her back to an utterly common office. There was a desk in one corner and a grouping of comfortable chairs in another. A chaise as well.
    Ava had to smile. Apparently, Dr. Sadik was a traditionalist. She hadn’t seen a chaise in a psychologist’s office since she’d been a kid.
    Green plants filled a small corner solarium, lending a verdant energy to the room, and Ava settled into a chair to wait.
    She knew very little about Dr. J. Sadik other than the recommendation of the psychiatrist in Tel Aviv. Still, the shrink in Israel was supposed to be one of the best in his field, so Ava was willing to give his recommendation a chance. There wasn’t much online about him, but maybe that was common for Turkish doctors. She had enough experience with mental health professionals to spot a quack from a mile away. So far, everything about the office and the staff seemed exactly like what she would expect.
    “Ava?” She heard her name from the back of the room. Odd, she hadn’t sensed the man before he entered. She must have been more distracted than she realized.
    A thin man wearing glasses approached, holding out his hand for Ava to shake. He looked like he was in his early forties, younger than she was expecting. A pair of green eyes peeked out from behind simple gold rims. His English was slightly accented; Ava would guess Dr. Sadik had studied in England.
    “You must be Dr. Sadik.” She smiled, trying to be polite. She could be polite. He was probably a perfectly nice man, even though he wouldn’t be able