Chapter 11 Red Silk
- Daylight filtered through the Moretti compound's high windows like an unwanted intruder, cold, pale, and far too harsh for night shadows in adults.
- Luca lounged in his chair, a half-empty whiskey glass on the desk next to him. Sleep was far from him. Not since all of this, Jessie did. Since he'd been tightening Isabella's wrist, watching tears glitter on her cheeks with shame.
- He'd trusted Jessie. Once.