I turned quickly and pulled the handgun from the back of my waist with my other hand, pressing it against his chest.
"Let go."
He looked down at the gun and smiled softly.
"You're still using the first gun I gave you."
The handle of the silver handgun had been worn smooth. It was the one I had taken from the villa.
"Old habit. Let go, or I will shoot."
Victor glanced down at the gun pressed against his chest and smiled with terrifying tenderness.
"Go ahead. I won't let go."
Firelight fell across his face. He had lost a great deal of weight. His cheekbones stood out more than before, and the dark circles under his eyes were impossible to hide.
His voice was hoarse, almost hurt.
"Adele, after you left, I searched for you for so long. I never thought I'd see you in the Frost family.
