Victoria Washington

“Argh!” The sharp cry tore from my throat as my lungs burned with every desperate stride. My legs felt like lead, but terror kept them pumping. The estate’s winding private roads disappeared into an endless black void, the kind of darkness that swallowed secrets and spat out nightmares. Every rustle of leaves, every distant snap of a branch made my skin crawl. I swore I could feel eyes on me—Vincenzo’s guards, or worse, the man himself, lurking just beyond the ...