t hit Ivy's number. The phone rang twice. Ivy? she said quietly. Liora? Oh, my God. Where are you? Ivy's voice was shaky and breathless. I don't have an answer. In a faraway place. They s

iant. You put me in a cage. You can't ask. I saved you. You took me against my will. He walked into the room without making a sound. His boots made a soft sound on the wooden floor. No. I kept you alive. Believe me, if Corsini's men had gotten there first She wouldn't have let him complete what he was saying. The lamp on the nightstand flew out of her hands. It hit the wall behind him and broke. He didn't move. Liora's voice broke. I don't care who you are. You didn't have the right. Luca's jaw moved, but he maintained quiet. You were in a club where you shouldn't have been. You observed a man get shot in the head. That means you're a risk. So why didn't you just murder me? She lost it. He got closer. I don't kill people for fun like the men I saved you from. She backed up against the wall. Her heart beat hard against her ribs. His grey eyes, which were hard to read, moved over her face. Do you think I like this? he said in a low voice. Liora laughed, her breath weak. It's hard to say. You're really good at being Good. There was a tight silence between them. Luca's hand suddenly went up after that. Not to hit her, but to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers were hot. Kind. It scared her more than the threat. He remarked softly, "That was your one outburst." What's next? Will not end with broken furniture. He turned around just as the door flew open. Silas burst in, out of breath. We are moving. One of her calls must have gone off. Corsini's men are close. Luca's back straightened. Liora's breath caught. We go. Now. They ran around. The floorboards shook with desp