***Valentina's POV***
I stared at the neatly folded piece of paper on my pillow for a long time.
WE KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
My bedroom door was deadbolted. The window was locked from the inside. There were no signs of forced entry.
My knees gave out. I sank to the floor, my back hitting the edge of the mattress.
They had found me.
All the careful planning, the forged records, the cross-country bus ride, it had all been useless. My father's enemies, or perhaps his own operatives, had tracked me to Westbridge. And worse, they were playing with me. If they wanted me dead, I would already be dead. If they wanted to kidnap me for ransom, the men in the alley wouldn't have fled so easily just because a college boy on a motorcycle showed up.
A new realization washed over me. It wasn't jus
