The penthouse lay in shambles.

There was glass all over like ice, and wind and rain screamed in through the broken window where the battle had beaten against the glass, and the stranger lay on Alexander's spotless white rug, half-hidden, bleeding.

Amelia sat against the wall, her heart racing, shaking so violently she held on to the molding just to stay upright. Her throat narrowed, her chest narrowed, all of her nerve endings screaming at her to stand up and run, but she couldn't lift her ...