DAISY

My knees trembled so violently that I had to slide my hand along the cool  wall of the reception hall just to stay upright. The echo of heavy leather combat boots rang in my ears. Panic clamped down on my chest. Brian was here. The smooth lie I told him last night hadn't calmed his dark, obsessive instincts. It had triggered them. He had boarded his private jet the exact second he hung up the line, flying across the ocean just to check on his property.

I stood frozen in the center of the grand room, staring at the massive oak doors. I braced myself for the storm—the lethal...