CHAPTER SIX
MELINDA
Raffaele found me twenty minutes later, still standing in the study like a statue. I'd been too frozen with fear to move, my mind spinning in useless circles. When he appeared in the doorway, his expression was professionally neutral, but I saw the way his eyes swept over me, cataloging every detail.
"Mrs. Vescari," he said with a slight nod. "Don Vescari asked me to show you around the estate properly. If you'll follow me?"
It wasn't really a question. I followed him out of the study and back through the labyrinth of corridors. Raffaele was a tall man in his early forties, built like he could break someone in half without much effort. He moved with the same predatory grace as Kieran, a man comfortable with violence. The gun I could see holstered under his jacket wa
