The rain doesn't stop for two days.
I spend the time reading, avoiding Marcus when I can, and watching Viktor and his men move through the house like ghosts with guns. They're hunting whoever sent those emails. I don't ask for updates.
I don't want to know.
On the third morning, I wake to silence. The rain has finally stopped. Sunlight streams through the windows, making the lake sparkle like something from a postcard.
I'm in the kitchen making coffee when Viktor appears.
"We need to talk," he says.
Something in his tone makes my stomach drop. "Is Marcus okay?"
"Mr. Valerio is fine. He's on a call. But there's something you should know before he gets back."
I set down my mug. "What?"
Viktor pulls out his phone, shows me a photo. A woman, maybe late twenties, blonde, beautiful. Pro
