Chapter 12: I Wake to His Mouth on My Throat

Aria:

I woke to the sensation of drowning.

Not water—something worse. Heat. Pressure. The suffocating weight of another person's presence pressed against my throat like a hand around my windpipe.

My eyes snapped open.

Oh God. Oh God oh God oh—

Vito Castellano was kneeling beside the bed, his ...

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