Chapter 43 The Kidnapping Of Vanya Forrest
- The air was still. Too still.
- Madeline stood by the window of her penthouse, watching the city pulse beneath her. She had barely slept since the gala, her mind caught in an endless loop of Ivan’s hands on her, Rafael’s lips on hers, and the fury in Ivan’s eyes when she walked away.
- She thought that was the worst of it.