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“I want to be alone for a bit.”
Hurt but accepting, both Lincoln and Kai straightened.
“I didn’t really arrange for you to have your own room,” Lincoln explained cooly. “I put your things in my suite.”
“That’s fine,” I agreed, tentatively rising from the chaise sofa and taking the glass from Paxton.
“What did I miss?” he asked, casting his partners a dirty look.
“Nothing,” I promised him. “I just need to… rest.”
“She’s probably jetlagged on top of everything else,” Kai suggested defensively.
I nodded at him gratefully.
“I probably am,” I agreed, ambling to my feet. “Where am I going?”
Lincoln guided me toward his suite but lingered in the doorway as I crawled into the canopied bed, between the sheer curtains.
“Are you mad at me for letting that happen, Mylee?”
I blinked in confusion. “It was an accident,” I offered with as much honesty as I could. “You had no control over it.”
“I promised to protect you, and all of this shit keeps happening.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I reassured him. “If it’s any consolation, the view really was beautiful before it wasn’t.”
Lincoln didn’t smile as he turned away and closed the door, leaving me to my own thoughts alone in the massive main suite.
Did Richard follow me all the way to Italy to get back at me for embarrassing him all those months ago?
Men had killed for less.
I had to do something to stop all these attacks on me and the men I was growing to love. Next time, someone was really going to get hurt, and if it was one of them, I would never forgive myself.
CHAPTER26
Mylee
The rest of the weekend in Turin went by in a blur to me. I couldn’t focus on anything but the idea that Richard from the café might pop up at any time in this magical getaway and cause me more harm.
“We should just go home,” Kai grumbled on the second day. “Mylee’s not having any fun.”
“That’s not true,” I insisted. “It’s beautiful here. And I get my mountain.”
“Maybe we should go into the city,” Lincoln suggested. “I can show you the local haunts.”
But I was afraid to go out in public. I was afraid to stay home. I was just afraid in general, and I didn’t know how to deal with any of it. I wanted to tell them, but I also wanted to keep it to myself. I’d never been so conflicted in my life.
Paxton took me aside on Saturday afternoon when I sat on high alert in the garden, sipping nervously on espresso, eyes darting around the thick shrubbery.
“You’re really on edge,” he informed me bluntly. “I know you feel like you have a black cloud following you, but maybe it is just a string of bad coincidences.”
“Is it?” I quipped before I could stop myself.
Paxton took a seat on one of the intricate, wrought-iron chairs and reached for my hand and studied my face worriedly. “I’m worried, Mylee. What do you think?”
I managed a weak smile, not wanting to worry him. “I’m sure you’re right. But it’s hard not to feel cursed, I guess.”
