LOGINGREYI stepped on the gas, changing lanes faster as if hell itself were after me. The column of our cars was right behind me, but we were too slow, and the voice at the back of my head whispered that it was too late.I had learned about the attack two hours ago, while we'd been still in the air, miles and miles from New York. I had called whomever I could to bring us backups. I used old debts and connections, anything to give us enough power to crush them all.But the forces that had attacked us were greater than we'd expected. Valentino had brought nearly his entire army from Sicily and all the armies of his allies. We'd been prepared to defeat a large army of men… What we hadn't anticipated was the battle drones armed with explosives.I had last heard from Lanzo thirty minutes ago. Rick had been out of reach for longer than that. But what was twisting my guts was the fact that something was blocking Poppy's tracker. Cory could have enhanced the signal, but he, too, was currently out
A banging on the door sounded. “Poppy! Poppy, are you all right?!” Abigail's shouts forced me to move.I stepped on the shattered glass and hissed as a sharp piece cut the sole of my foot. Finally, I reached the door and unlocked it. “Oh my God!” She wrapped her hands around me, pulling me close. Then she looked at what remained of the bedroom and all but dragged me into the corridor.“Can you run?” she asked, scanning my slightly torn nightgown and bleeding feet.My body still rattled, and my mind was a hectic mess. The shouts and gunshots were coming from everywhere. A wave of soldiers ran down the stairs, and another surge of gunshots echoed through the corridors. God… Those fuckers were already inside.“Poppy?” Abigail grabbed my arms and shook me. “Can you run?”I sucked in a shaky breath. “Um… I don't know,” I choked out. A high-pitched tone still rang in my ears, and I could barely force my brain to process anything.“Wait here,” she said before rushing into the bedroom.I rema
POPPYI turned off my phone and sat on the floor, breathing deeply. I tried to follow all the instructions Doctor Fabian had given me. I needed this to work. I still felt embarrassed after telling Grey what I'd seen during my first session. I didn't want him to think I was making that up, or that I was so desperate to stay by his side that I told myself that maybe I could be the Princess he was looking for…God, that truly sounded pathetic. I seriously hoped he hadn't thought that I'd told him that because I'd sought his attention. A weak groan slipped through my mouth. Now all I could think about was Grey's reaction. So much for relaxing…My head turned to my phone lying on the bed, and I began to debate whether to turn it back on and try calling him. My hand slowly began to reach for it when the knock on the door sounded. I jerked to my feet and cleared my throat. “Come in.”The door opened, and Abigail slowly walked inside. “I heard you agreed to see me,” she muttered, lowering her
“You were right about Foster's recordings,” I told Poppy over the phone as I was about to leave my hotel room in Philadelphia.“I'm glad that Cory found something useful.” I could hear the smile in her voice.I chuckled. “This might finally get us a decent lead.”A few beats of silence came. “I'm… sorry about your meeting with Amelia. I know that you were hoping to find your Princess…”I drew a deep breath. “It's not that important right now. We need to find Valentino's niece. This should be our priority.”Another pause sounded. “You're right…”I rubbed the spot between my brows, trying to soothe the tension. “And how's your therapy? Did the second session work?”“No…” She sighed. “I couldn't relax. After what happened the last time, I was blocked. Doctor Fabian showed me a few exercises I should do before today's session. I hope it'll help.”“Don't push yourself too hard. Perhaps you need more time,” I said.She turned silent again for a moment. “Grey… During the first session…” She
I kept my eyes on hers. I smiled at her. I leaned toward her. She laughed, then added that sexy breathiness into her tone. Her fingers idly traced her cleavage, guiding my gaze there. Finally, she visibly relaxed, trusting she'd accomplished her mission. She talked about her life, her work, her neighbors, and I let her talk. I wanted her to tell me more.She tried; I had to give her that, but it had taken her exactly five minutes to lower her guard. Now she was slowly dropping her act without even realizing it. Why? Because she thought she had already won me over. Someone should have warned her that I wasn't someone she could easily charm. Her pretty little tricks didn't work on me. Then again, it had been those tricks that had told me she was not the one I'd been looking for. So why was I still sitting here and listening to her? The answer was simple: even if she was fake, that picture was real. Someone had given it to her, and I had to know who.I dragged my tongue over the seam of
GREY“Doctor Fabian said that you were pretty shaken after the first session. Did you remember something?”Over the phone, I heard Poppy sigh. “Well… I thought I did, but…”“But?” I urged.“We analyzed the session together, and I'm no longer sure if what I saw was truly my past.” A tremor laced her voice. “During the session, I saw a certain scene, but I couldn't recall anything else. I couldn't even recall specific details. Everything was too blurry…”I could sense that something was off, that it was about something far more important than just blurry details. I wished I could have wrapped my arms around her instead of talking on the phone. I wanted to let her know that she could tell me anything. Unfortunately, that would need to wait.“But if it's not your past, then what is it?”“Something I may have partially wanted to be true,” she muttered. “Doctor Fabian said that it's rare, but I might have just taken a story I heard and applied it as my own memory."I paced around my hotel r
I didn't know how to stop my voice from trembling as I told Grey about the broken sixteen-year-old I'd once been. How I had lived on the street for two months until I found my first illegal job and a small room to sleep in. How I had found a friend who had made fake documents for me so I could surv
POPPYGrey was already gone when I woke up. Smiling wryly, I smoothed his side of the bed, finding it cold. He couldn't have slept for more than three hours before rushing to work. A part of me wished he could have stayed longer. I was starting to get used to sleeping in his arms. Sometimes, it fel
GREY“You have a very wise woman by your side, Maledetti,” said Moore as he made himself comfortable on the sofa in my office.It had been Poppy who had managed to convince me I should talk to him. Honestly, I had a few other ideas for how I wanted to spend my evening… or rather night, since it was
GREYI stood by the door watching Poppy sit behind Giulio Rinaldi's desk and open his laptop. A smirk pulled at my lips. Giulio truly was an idiot. He couldn't even install a decent alarm in his office inside this hotel. This might not have been his main office on the top floor of Rinaldi Real Esta







