Rebekkah's POV.
I pushed the heavy double doors of the master bedroom shut, but the click of the lock didn't make me feel any better. The St. Regis was supposed to be the height of luxury, but tonight, the high ceilings and the silk wallpaper felt like they were closing in on me. My skin felt tight, itchy with the dried sweat and the memory of the gunpowder from the villa.
I walked over to the vanity, my legs feeling like they were made of lead. I sat down and looked at myself. I looked like a ghost. My hair was a mess, and my eyes were red from the adrenaline crash. I reached up, my fingers shaking as I unclipped the heavy diamond earrings Michael had bought me for our anniversary. They felt like tiny lead weights. I dropped them onto the marble tabletop, and the sound they made was li
