Sarah's hand trembled as Vincent's voice crawled through the phone.
"I don't know how you got this number," she managed, "but I have nothing to say to you."
Vincent chuckled, the sound raising goosebumps on her arms. "That's not how family works, Sarah. We talk. We listen. We learn."
"I'm not your family," she hissed, sliding out of bed and moving toward the door. Where was Diego?
"The law says otherwise," Vincent replied. "My brother's wife is my sister. Blood or not."
Sarah tried the suite's outer door. Locked—from the outside. Her pulse quickened.
"What do you want, Vincent?"
"To welcome you properly. The black rose was just the beginning." His voice hardened. "Did you think putting me in prison would be the end? That marrying Diego would protect you?"
"Where is Diego?" Sarah demanded, checking windows, looking for another exit.
"My brother has his own problems tonight," Vincent said dismissively. "This is between us. New sister, old enemy."
A sound from the hallway caught Sarah's
