REINA

I had told myself I knew Domenico Gravano.

I had told myself that despite everything — despite the manipulation, the obsession, the way he looked at me like I was something he'd already decided to keep — I understood him. That beneath the danger there was something almost human. Something that cared for me in its own twisted, consuming way.

Standing in front of the mirror in a dress I hadn't chosen, in a room I hadn't wanted to enter, with him sitting crossed-legged on the bed behind me watching my every movement with that quiet, satisfied expression — I realized I had been catastrophically wrong.

I didn't know...