Chapter 230 – Bianci

• “Maserati,” I murmur as I slide into the front seat of Daniel’s new car, not forgetting Kent’s promise to buy me my own car if I can learn the names of the others.
• “What?” Daniel asks as he turns the car on while I buckle my seatbelt.
• “Nothing,” I sigh, looking at our dark villa, my eyes in particular on the windows to the master suite. No lights turn on with the sound of the engine, which I take as a good sign.