Chapter 31 The Cold Edge Of The Shore

• Anna had outdone herself, booking Sofia a spacious room at the resort. The room was luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the sea. Of course, Sofia noted dryly, it came with the usual trappings: guards stationed discreetly but firmly at every door. Privacy was a luxury she had long since resigned herself to forfeiting.
• The telephone on the bedside table was disconnected—a precaution she had come to expect—and Sofia couldn’t help but smirk at the predictability of it all.
• Lorenzo carried her small suitcase into the room, his steps casual but his eyes sharp as he surveyed the space. His presence was a strange comfort and an irritation all at once.