Chapter 12 The Predator's Game

• The sound of the bedroom door closing behind me echoes like a gunshot in the silence as i finally got to my bedroom to talk in private.
• I'm already in my nightgown when Luca finally enters, having changed quickly after our tense conversation downstairs. The thin silk feels like armor that wouldn't stop a paper cut, let alone whatever mood he's brought back from Rome.
• "You didn't answer my question earlier." His voice cuts through the darkness as he moves toward the dresser. The clink of his cuff links hitting the marble surface sounds unnaturally loud.