Diego's POV

She was cowering beneath a four-poster bed with her hands over her ears. The moment she saw me, her eyes filled with tears of relief.

“Diego,” she sobbed, stumbling out from behind the bed. “Oh, thank God!”

She ran right at me, and before I knew it, she had her arms wrapped around my neck, clinging on for dear life.

“I knew you’d come,” she gasped. “I knew you’d come for me.”

“Take a breath,” I said, gently peeling her hands off and placing them by her ...