Lorenzo felt the cold steel press against his throat. Though he had been half asleep, he immediately knew not to make any sudden movement.
He had heard her move about the room after he had closed his eyes, he had anticipated it and had not been shocked, but he had known she would find nothing that would help her escape.
That was the way Lorenzo kept his room, completely secured. It was a measure he had perfected over the years. Something that had been necessitated when he had had the misfortune of bringing a woman to his room for the night, only to discover she had been sent by a rival.
It had been a lesson hard learned, though now he mentally frowned. It seemed he had not learned it quite well, judging by the cold steel that now pressed into his throat.
He took a moment to wonder what
