The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

part of me registered the restraint of a man I had spent nineteen months believing would take Lily from me.
The lower level smelled of damp concrete and bleach.
Emergency lights cast narrow red bands across the walls.
At the first landing, Marco stopped.
A smear of blood marked the handrail.
Fresh.
He signaled two guards forward.
Dante placed himself between continue reading …