CHAPTER 20
LENA POV
The storm got worse sometime during the night, and rain hammered against the windows with such violence it sounded like the glass might shatter.
Thunder rolled across the ocean like distant explosions rippling across the water.
I woke slowly, confused for a moment about where I was or how I'd gotten here. Then reality returned, sharp and undeniable.
I'm in Salvatore's room, his bed and prison.
My gaze drifted toward the couch positioned near the fireplace. The room was dark except for the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated everything in brief, sharp bursts.
Salvatore was asleep. At least I thought he was sleeping.
The sight felt strange. Almost impossible. Men like Salvatore Romano weren't supposed to sleep. They were supposed to stalk through shado
