MICHAEL

My hands grasp the cool marble sink, staring back from the reflection is a face that is not mine—but a stranger's, which is a mask encompassing control over the turbulent waters that hold the rage and fear that threaten to engulf me.

There is someone out there who wants her dead. These words continue pounding in my brain like a mantra.

The door clicks open behind me.

I don't turn, know her scent enough to know she's the one there.

She is standing in the doorway, resting on the doorframe. She is wearing no more than a silk robe loosely wrapped around her waist, and her dark eyes are...