Barbara’s Pov

The already warped cityscape was now a jumble of neon streaks and glittering reflections as the rain continued to pour down in sheets and battered my car windshield.

Excellent.

The city seemed to be crying for Amelia, the stunning innocent little idiot who was going to have her entire world destroyed.

The heater was blaring, the engine was idling and I was sitting, parked across the street from the Hotel with a smug sense of satisfaction. That was hot and heady like a ...