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.

The chapel was cold. My daughter had survived smoke, strangers, alarms, and another attempted abduction.
Whatever Dante had hidden could wait until she was safe.
I looked at him.
We talk when she is asleep.
He nodded.
Everything.
Dante arranged for us to leave with a police escort, not his private convoy.
That mattered.
He sent us to a guarded apartment owned continue reading …