Chapter 26
Cold air tingled against his skin like a premonition that something bad was about to happen. Santiago stood still. The house was quiet and as cold as the Arctic Circle. Wrapping his arms around himself, he realized he only had on his pajama bottoms, which hung low on his hips. His chest and feet were bare, explaining the freezing cold slipping into his bones. Again, something at the back of his mind whispered that something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knew that his hired security had to be moving around the property, but he couldn’t hear them or see their shadows through the French doors of his study. Santiago flexed his fingers, only then realizing he was holding his gun. Why was he holding his gun? So many questions, but his brain couldn’t seem to process a
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