Violetta
I slept fitfully that night. I wouldn't have slept at all except that Saul slipped something in my drink. I'd been furious with him, but he reminded me that I was still healing.
And that Ferrara needed me at the top of my game.
Still, I hated sleeping alone. Strange. I'd gotten so used to sleeping alone that it was strange sleeping with Ferrara. There was a time I'd felt so f*****g trapped by his side. Then, I was alone again and trying to remind myself that it was for the best.
Now I knew that I wasn't giving Ferrara up without a fight. We had our problems, but he was mine now. So when I glanced out the window at just a few hours before dawn and saw the figures emerging in the parking lot, I knew who it was.
"Kenzi," I barked at the woman still sleeping in the bed. "Emerson
