Elena POV
Luca still hadn't come back to the penthouse, and I couldn't stop the relief I felt. I didn't think I could look him in the eyes after the phone call I made.
My reflection showed the ravages of a sleepless night spent tossing and turning. I couldn't get his cold voice out of my head, knowing if he found out I'd called the tip line, he'd follow through on his words.
Still, I splashed water on my face to try to get some color back, and set about covering the exhaustion with make-up. The guards Luca insisted on would undoubtedly report back to him if I still looked upset. My best chance at getting out of this alive was to act normal.
What even was that, anyway? How did I let this life become my new normal?
My eyes fell on the picture of Luca and me in the Bahamas. We'd gone
