Vincent walked through the ballroom like he owned it.
Confident. Untouchable. Every eye on him. Every person frozen…
Frozen in shock. In fear. In…
In recognition.
Vincent Carozza. The ghost. The monster. The man who murdered an entire family.
“Don’t move,” Dante’s hand found mine. Gripping hard. “Don’t give him a reaction. Don’t…”
“Don’t let him see me break.” I finished. My voice was steady. Somehow. Despite the rage. The terror. The…
The overwhelming need to pull my knife and..
And end him. Right here. Right now.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Vincent spread his arms. Addressing the crowd. “I apologize for the dramatic entrance. But when dear Isabella told me about tonight’s celebration told me that the woman who’s been hunting me would be here, I couldn’t resist. I had to..had to come
