Sofia

My forehead rested against the surface of the glass. My breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, fogging the pane in front of my eyes. My legs were trembling so violently that I wasn't sure they would hold me up if Luca let go.

I blinked, trying to clear the haze of pleasure and terror from my vision.

I looked down.

The streetlamp below cast a lonely circle of yellow light on the pavement. The valet stand was empty, and the sidewalk was bare.

The man in the white suit was gone.

He had ...