Chapter 85
- Elsa
- He is carrying me through the house. I try not to think about how good it feels for Marcello to touch me, the warmth of his chest surrounding me after all this time. That is a slippery slope, and no way am I signing up to take that ride again.
- My body’s reaction to him annoys me. “Put me down,” I snap. “You’re still covered in blood and sweat.”