*Olivia*

The dark of the limo provided scant protection from the unseen enemies outside. I huddled close to Dahlia on the dark leather seat, and she drew herself just as closely into me, as though we could protect each other from such a threat. My hands hadn’t stopped shaking since she told me about the note. I kept pinching myself, hoping I’d wake up in Paris, back before my life had come crashing in.

My arm was going black and blue.

Dom sat in the back ...