Gianna's POV Steam curled through the grand hotel suite like thin white ribbons, carrying the scent of expensive soap and something else, something warm and dangerously masculine that made my pulse stutter every time I breathed in.I stood near the marble bathroom doorway, clutching the edges of the plush bathrobe so tightly my knuckles had gone white. My hair was still damp, dripping cold trails down the back of my neck. My clothes were somewhere in a pile near the entrance, soaked through from the storm I had barely survived.And he was standing right there. Watching me.Dante Valenti.I didn't know his name yet. I didn't know anything about him except that he was tall, impossibly broad, and had a pair of violet eyes that felt like they could see straight through every wall I had ever built around myself.An hour ago, I had been running through the rain in San Ravenswood with no money, no shelter, and Marco's execution order burning a hole in my pocket. The storm had been brutal, t
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