I was basking in the euphoria of what Jace and I had going on. The way he continuously claimed me as his and confessed his love for me in that bathroom had me grinning like a teenager. But my mood immediately changed when I got a text from Massimo.
I felt my heart lurch in my chest as trepidation washed over me. He had not contacted me ever since he sent his men to harm me weeks ago.
His message was a threat;
'You have something I want. The velvet suede file. Don't keep me waiting Mira or your brother's blood is on your hands.'
My blood ran cold at the sight of my brother's photograph. This photo was taken somewhere in Manhattan.
I squeezed my dress, trying to keep my trembling hands still.
I had to warn him. But that meant I had to tell him the whole truth. I wasn't sure I was ready for that conversation. I had been keeping him in the dark for way too long. It was only to protect him but now it was beginning to look like more harm than good.
