Chapter 17
Vincenzo's Pov
The bed was too cold. Or maybe too big. I didn't know anymore. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that is only accomplished before dawn, when even shadows are afraid to move. I just lay there with my eyes open, staring at the molding on the ceiling, still.
I couldn't sleep and it was because of her. Because of a woman. Tonight, she had this look in her eyes when I spoke to her.
When I said, "If you're here to kill me, do it already. Before I start thinking of trusting you," she froze. Not the startled kind of stillness. It was a deeper one, tight panic underneath.
Her face had changed so fast. First it was confusion, then something else shadowed her eyes, something raw. Not anger. That would've been easier to deal with.
No, she'd looked very innocent a
