Chapter 64

After I shower in my bathroom and get dressed in my usual figure-hugging dress and sleek hair and makeup, I wander back downstairs to the club to see what needs doing. Alexi never came upstairs with me, waiting for Santagato to show up, and I have no doubts they are probably in the second-floor VIP lounge as we speak. I’ve only been up here for forty minutes since we got back, and we didn’t come far. The club is minutes from his old bolthole, and I already miss it. The way he was when we were there, the break from reality to be with that version of him, I’m already craving it.

It feels odd to be here now, back to life as though nothing’s happened at all, when, in reality, absolutely everything has changed. It’s only been two days, yet it feels like a week has passed since the night I thought he was dead.

My entire existence has been tipped upside down and dropped on its head magnificently. No wonder I feel so shaky and fragile in myself today. I feel like someone has hel