Sasha’s POV
I stepped into the suite and the door locked behind me with a soft electronic click.
No one stood in the open living space. Only a single lamp and a curtain drawn.
“Sit on the couch,” the voice said from somewhere deeper in the room. Same low calm from the phone.
“Hands on your thighs. Don’t move until I tell you.”
I stayed on my feet. “Show yourself.”
A soft laugh. “You’re not in a position to give orders. Sit.”
I sat.
My pulse hammered hard enough that I could feel it in my throat.
Footsteps slowly. Then he stepped into the light.
For one frozen second my brain refused the face in front of me.
Then recognition slammed in like a fist.
“You,” I whispered.
He tilted his head, watching me the way a man watches something he already owns.
“Hello, Sasha.”
Years fe
