Mystery Man
Valenticia’s POV~
The red rose rested on the library table.
Back at the office, my computer screen had shown a live feed of my face, as seen from some unknown angle — maybe a camera in the ceiling or the vents. And then the image was gone as quickly as it had shown followed by a disturbing phone call: “You’re digging too deep, heiress.” It served as a reminder that nowhere was safe.
Grandmother walked in, her hair catching the lamplight, face a mixture of determination and worry. “Valenticia, the security caught Dmitri. And he demands to speak with you only.”
I nodded, suddenly aware of the pounding of my heart. Dmitri. What could he want now? “Let him in.”
The security brought him in, and I could hardly recognize the shell of a man standing before me. His eyes were re
