Elena POV
Dane had me out of Central Park and into a blacked-out SUV with a speed so fast my head was still spinning three hours later.
We’d driven for two hours before pulling up outside a small cabin in the mountains. The woods were lush and green against the bright blue sky. I stood on the back deck, a warm cup of tea in my hands, as I tried to process the fact that I’d just imploded my entire life.
All because I’d heard my fiancé say something to his father that could have just been him trying to save face. I know how Giovanni is. You don’t cross him.
My hands shook, and I gripped the mug harder to try to stop the trembling. Grateful for the lounge chair, I sank into it before my knees gave out.
Oh, God. What have I done?
The chatter of squirrels combined with the sounds of b
