Chapter 63

• Talia curled up on the couch at Rafe’s city condo, right in the heart of Rome. She knew she was being difficult demanding for it but, he’d told her once that the condo was one of his sanctuaries, and since she wasn’t feeling like puking up her guts in the perfect combination of morning sickness and see sickness, she chose stable ground. And the petty girl in her wanted to take it away from him. First, he’d moved himself into her apartment, then into her new home with false promises of a future. It was only fair.
• Thoughts of her Tudor home, felt like a thorn in her heart. She’d loved that house, no one knew that better than he did. She always felt safe in her home and he’d destroyed that by drugging her, leaving the main door wide open and her vulnerable to any psycho that might walk in off the street and do whatever they wished to her comatose body.
• If Carrie hadn’t come when she did…