Adeline's POVThe shower ran for twenty minutes.

I didn't get in. Just sat on the closed toilet lid, staring at the steam clouding the mirror, listening to the water drum against tile.

White noise to cover the sound of my ragged breathing. To mask the fact that I was crumbling in a bathroom while somewhere in this mansion, Russio Gravano was probably watching. Waiting. Calculating his next move.

The rose sat in the trash. Black petals against white porcelain. My blood on the ...