Tabitha’s POV
I wake up with a decision already forming in the back of my mind, one I’ve been avoiding for far too long. The tension between Fabrizio and me has been building to a breaking point, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t need answers. No more games. No more waiting.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I send the message before I can talk myself out of it.
Me: We need to talk. In person. No more games.
The moment I hit send, my heart races. I wonder how he’ll respond, if he’ll even entertain the idea. But I don’t have to wait long.
Fabrizio: Good. Here’s my address. Tonight.
I blink at the message, stunned. He sent his address—just like that. For all the mystery and control he’s exerted over me, I never imagined he’d give me this kind of access so easily, as if daring me
