Chapter 16 Motivo Nacosto

• My fingers trembled throughout the journey to Umbria, from the jet down to the car; whereas Noah drove me, he kept watching the rearview mirror, saying nothing, but his eyes spelled everything.
• I wanted to spill out my wail of embarrassment as I buried my face in my hands in the backseat of the car, but Noah's warning about women crying was enough motivation to keep the tears at bay.
• I felt hot all over, remembering the roars of the press, more camera flashes, and above all, I couldn't get the expression on Nikolai's face out of my head.