Su piel se sentía helada contra mis labios.
She had no idea I had stood outside that door.
She had no idea that her meticulously constructed world was already crumbling around her feet.
She believed she was maneuvering a gullible mob boss toward an altar.
And as I looked into the emerald eyes of the woman I had almost given my name to, I understood something far more terrifying than a simple gold-digging scheme: Vivien hadn’t just infiltrated my home for money.
She had been hiding a strike team’s worth of secrets inside my fortress for three months.
Now, I was going to hunt her down.
And until I was ready to spring the trap, she could never know I was the hunter.
III.
El fantasma de Matteo Bellini
La medianoche llegó con un fuerte aguacero que golpeó contra las ventanas de vidrio con plomo de mi estudio.
