Azeelia Cole
"Keep her on the second floor," Gabriel’s voice echoed down the marble hallway, low and sharp. "If she steps foot outside this wing, lock the doors."
"Understood, Boss," Luca answered. "The boys have him tied to a chair in the sub-basement wine cellar. He's bleeding, but he's conscious."
I pressed my back against the wall near the archway, my heart thumping against my ribs.
They had caught the man who broke into my apartment. The man who had torn open my mattress, dumped Ethan's textbooks onto the floor, and looked for the mysterious ledger.
Gabriel and Luca rounded the far corner, their heavy footfalls disappearing down the spiral stone staircase that led into the underground levels of the estate.
Gabriel had told me to stay put. He treated me like a fragile piece of po
