His massive bed looks even bigger right now. He’s lying in the center of it, sleeping. I pad around the room, proud of the fact that I don’t make the slightest sound.
Until I pass a mirror, suck in a sharp breath, and freeze at the sight of my own reflection.
I don’t look distraught, exactly. But I do look desperate. Because really, only a very, very desperate woman would sneak into a don’s room at night with a knife in her hand.
It’s my only weapon against him. On any other day, I would have been nervous about that fact. But considering he’s lying in bed naked and asleep, I figure I’m the one with an advantage.
I slowly step up to the side of his bed and stare down at him.
He’s lying on his back, but his face is tilted away from me. I can still see the perfect angles of his face and
