THIRTY-FIVE
London.
A beautiful city. History. Drama. Architecture. Fashion. Fascinating… though less tangible when viewed on a cellphone screen. Browsing was her only entertainment on the drive from the airport to the covered side portico of a tall, odd-shaped building.
As she left the car, Stone’s men surrounded her to escort her inside. They blocked her view of everything until one of the guys leaned over to press the top button in the elevator. The top floor. The best. Just like she expected from Crimson.
It was crazy.
Traveling the world was supposed to be freedom and it felt like she was on her way to the gallows.
Stone led the apartment entry. She was put in a grand bedroom and ignored while the guys went in and out of every space, learning it or checking for the boogeyman, co
