Aveline
The knock was so soft I almost didn’t hear it.
I sat up sharply from my bed, heart already racing. The estate was supposed to be locked down, Matteo’s guards posted at every hallway turn. No visitors. No surprises. No hope.
Unless this was the surprise I’d been waiting for.
“Who is it?” I whispered, cautious.
“It’s Knox.”
I didn’t hesitate. I slipped across the room and opened the door, just enough to let him in. He moved like smoke—silent, purposeful, dangerous in that confident way only men like him could be. His hood was up, shadows clinging to him like old friends.
“You’re insane,” I muttered. “Someone could’ve seen you.”
“They didn’t.” He flashed me a quick grin. “I don’t take chances. Especially not with you.”
My arms folded. “You sure about that?”
He didn’t answer,
