Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

na Viti

via a text message f

PM. Attendan

. Dante Moretti did

who, just last week, had executed three rivals in a crowded resta

simple, high-necked d

more than to blen

et me in without a word. He knew who I was. Or rather, he knew w

de was a smooth

the sound of laughter hi

lding a glass of champagne, while Dante stood

it shoulders that looked broad enough

d when I

k, intelligent, a

ts I had held him while he screamed in pain. No trace o

late,"

rumble that vibrat

ize," I s

. I could not look at his face; it hurt too

ted towards him, placing a

robably got lost. You know Se

s a predator's smile, a

er hand on his ar

o his jacket pocket and pulled

it out

it. It was heavy, printe

ding in

ti & Isabell

clinical. "To show unity. The rumors about your

instab

raphina is crazy. Seraphina makes

font was an elegant script, but to me

tood,"

rrowed h

ersonal space until I could smel

the safe house-the scent that used to

you have to s

I asked, keeping my voice devoi

d-a brittle, pe

he's so

jaw ti

bruptly. "You will come with us. We n

to go, but I

te elevator down

nte owned, where the paparazzi we

ded like gunfire as so

sabella. She stepped out, glowing, soakin

keeping my

nce, beneath the loud buzz

st as a spark

screech of t

red off. The massive letter 'O'

s fal

ht tow

!" someon

med to f

His reflexes were h

me and Isabella. He had

oth. Or he could ensure t

n't he

ed to h

a, shielding her body with his own

me stand

t try to run. I just w

n slammed int

houlder and cru

hite, blinding

llap

blur of screaming voic

ng copper in my mouth. Through th

nte stan

ing Isabella

r, his voice laced with pan

ing to him, though she did

e in his hands, wi

't look

on

s and let the d