CHAPTER TWENTY
The next morning, Keira woke with a renewed focus. She’d stayed up for hours writing and the process had been quite cathartic. It had felt like she’d been purging Cristiano from her mind through her fingers. And because of her fury, she’d ended up sending the whole angry tirade onto Viatorum, which was something she’d probably come to regret if Cristiano withdrew his consent to be in her article.
She headed out into the living area of the suite just as Balthazar entered from the kitchen.
“Would you like some breakfast?” he asked.
“Mezze platter, please,” she said, decisively. “I’ll take it on the balcony.” She motioned toward the balcony, noticing the vase of flowers from Cristiano on her writing desk. “And Balthazar, could you throw away those flowers for me? Their perf
