Adeline’s POV

The penthouse felt like a gilded cage, all glass and steel and suffocating silence. I stood at the window, city lights blurring through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and tried not to think about how high up we were. How far I'd have to fall.

The wedding dress hung in the closet behind me, black silk and lace that had transformed me into something I barely recognized. A Gravano wife. The thought still tasted like poison on my tongue.

My neck throbbed where I'd been rubbing it—a ...