ella

, possessive heat that had just scorched my skin. He hung up and turned his back

w a man in a tailored suit to step inside. The man-a family doctor, judging by the discreet black bag-kept his eyes str

unreadable, stripped of any lingering desire. He held

an

cone threat who had stumbled into his bed, he was severing any possibility of a future. He was denying me

n commanded, his vo

is affection had died in a freezing lake. I took the pill, placed it on my to

ckward glance. I scrambled to the door, clutching the ruined silk sheet to my

sweat on my skin turned frigid, and suddenly,

the w

freezing current dragging me down. I could hear Rosalie's sweet, venomous voice whispering my failures on the

. The memory shifted, violently tearing me from the lake

's associates grabbing my hair. And then, Bianca-my s

Isa!

dragged her into the van instead of me. She had

ye. Pale. Bruised. But alive. Damien Moretti was an enemy, Julian was a monster, and Ro

e gothic retreat my family used as a cover for my temporary "disappe

ry, watching the midnight rain lash against

sa

pale with worry. She was alive. Whole. The sight of her mad

e from Lady Rosalie. There are rumors of gang violence erupting on the main highway tonight. Rosalie insis

anyon

"safe route" was a dead zone, the perfect stage for Rosalie's hired thugs to ambush my car s

, Isa?" Bianca aske

ere Francesca and the black Lincoln Town Car waited in the dark. "Tell Fran