Chapter 1

My heels click against the cold marble floor, each step echoing in the wide, high-ceilinged studio.

The walls are lined with canvases…. bodies in motion, flesh rendered in bold strokes of crimson and gold, limbs tangled in ecstasy. Some faces are blurred, others sharply defined, but all of them radiate the same raw, unfiltered desire.

My pulse quickens as I take it in, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse.

Leonardo’s office is at the far end, the door ...