Several days passed in uneasy quiet. Aria had been staying almost exclusively at Dominic’s penthouse. The building’s security was tight—keycard access, 24-hour desk staff, and cameras on every floor. The stalker shouldn’t have been able to reach her there. It should have been impossible.
Yet when she stepped into the bedroom one evening to change, a small black gift box sat in the center of the bed.
Her breath stopped.
The box was wrapped in matte black paper with a single silver ribbon. No card. No delivery slip. Just the box, placed deliberately on the bed she shared with Dominic. Aria’s hands shook as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.
Inside, nestled on black velvet, lay a delicate silver bracelet. The metal was cool and heavy, clearly expensive. Beneath it was another white
