Stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in two towels, Lorelei expected the quiet of the house. Living alone meant the place was often that. What she did not expect was the single white rose in a crystal vase on her coffee table.
The staircase felt longer than it should have, but Lore took each step one at a time. Running might bring her closer more quickly, but it would not change the outcome. “You realize anyone we send is liable to die, right?” The discussion rang in her ears and her memory. “He’s not exactly in the …