Olivia
The sight of the worn, red leather cover in Bruno’s hand sent a violent shockwave straight to my core. My heart hammered a frantic, bruising rhythm against my ribs, but I refused to let a single ounce of that paralyzing terror show on my face. I forced my spine completely straight. I locked my knees to stop them from trembling. Taking a deep breath of the bleach-scented air, I channeled every bit of the cold, untouchable American heiress my father raised me to be.
"Because you are holding a piece of fiction, Bruno," I said. My voice was eerily smooth. Bored, even. "Did you really think I would write down actual vault codes in a notebook and leave it in a vanity drawer?"
Bruno’s eyes narrowed into dark, dangerous slits. He stepped closer, aggressively shaking the small book right
