Penny's grip on the sheet tightened. She was too frightened of the man in the room with her. She wanted to scream, but no words left her lips.
For some reason, this man standing before her looked different from the madman she had met earlier. There was no sign of madness in his eyes now, only silence, control, and something darker beneath the surface.
He stood barefoot, dressed in a loose black robe that draped over his tall frame like flowing shadows. His long hair fell carelessly over his brow and down his shoulders, casting soft shadows over a face too perfect, too sharp, too cold. Like a sculpture carved from ice.
Power clung to him like a second skin.
Osvaldo's gaze locked onto the trembling woman in his bed. His mind, was clear for the first time today.
This was no dream.
This was his only hour of sanity.
And someone had dared invade it.
What the hell is going on?
What trick is this?
What game was his family playing this time?
