Abigail straightened her back as though a hot iron rod had just been pierced through it.
She looked at Lorenzo. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she stated in a low flat voice.
The man arched his brow and smirked. It was not a beautiful smirk, it was one that transformed his handsome features into a scary menacing face. She imagined that would be the same face one would expect to find on an executioner holding the lever of a guillotine.
Abigail silently drew some air into her lungs and prayed her face gave nothing away. The last thing she needed was for the man to smell fear on her. She had no doubt he would act the same as a shark catching the scent of blood in the water.
She watched Lorenzo as he began to slowly pace around the bed. He looked indeed like a predator watc
