"What?" I gasped, my mind reeling. "How? When?"
"They found her body in her hotel room a few hours ago," he continued, his eyes still fixed on mine. "She was shot several times on her stomach and head. Someone killed her."
I stared at him, my mind a blank slate. Dead? Yasmine was dead? It was over. The threat was gone. The person who had tried to kill Giovanni, the person who had ruined my life, was gone.
I should have been happy. I should have been relieved. But I wasn't. I was scared.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice a barely-there whisper. "Are you sure it was her?"
He nodded, his expression unreadable. "It was her."
I didn't know what to say, what to think, what to feel. A part of me was glad she was gone, glad that the nightmare was finally over. But, the real question was, who
