"Are you okay?" Lyon's soft, low voice came from above.

I nodded and stepped out of his arms, my heart racing.

Seeing that I was pale but otherwise fine, Lyon turned his attention to the figure that was running in the direction of the parking lot. The figure's face was hidden, and they did not look back.

Lyon's eyes grew menacingly narrow.Back at the villa, Lyon instructed the housekeeper to escort me to a guest bedroom while he retired to his study. He had Spencer investigate the man who had bumped into me that evening.

"Mr. Monroe, we've identified the man. He's the famous actor Malcolm Underwood. He was at...