Vincenzo’s words sent a chill down Anna’s spine, knocking the air from her lungs. 

Slowly, he pulled back, his dark eyes locking onto hers for a long, cold second, ensuring she felt every warning behind his words.

Then he turned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. A moment later, the sound of running water filled the room.

Anna remained rooted in place, the ghost of Vincenzo’s whisper still chilling her skin.

Gathering herself, she closed the bedroom ...