Evangeline’s POV:
The masked man paused, his posture unreadable, but I could still feel his dark, sharp gaze pinned on me through the eerie mask.
Why does he wear a mask anyway? What kind of person hides their identity while standing so openly in front of his boss? Was it power? Shame? Or was it something else? Was he hiding his identity? But from who?
The thought simmered briefly in the back of my mind, but I didn’t get the chance to dwell on it.
Because a sudden, violent jerk on my leash sent me stumbling backward, my balance giving out beneath me.
I crashed down hard on my ass with an undignified thud. The impact sent a bolt of pain up my spine. My teeth ground together as I glared up, vision swimming from weakness for a moment.
Donatello Rossi stood above me, one brow raised, th
