Page 18 of The Rise of Saint (The Sins of Saint 1)

He tapped a finger against the top of his other hand. “You’re safe.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Glancing down, I made sure I was still dressed then scurried around the bed like I would find some hidden clue between the sheets. God, I was so confused.

I flipped my hair back, and it literally felt like my brain was moving around inside my skull. “Where are we?”

“One of my estates.”

“One?” I slanted a brow.

“Yes. One.”

I narrowed my eyes. “We were on a plane.” My memories slowly returned. “We were on a plane, and you…I had champagne. Oh, my God.” I gaped. “Did you fucking roofie me?”

“You have a dirty mouth.” He didn’t even blink.

“Did you touch me?” I jumped off the bed and looked down my body, my arms, around to my ass, frantically searching for signs of some sordid shit that had been done to me.

“Trust me, I don’t need you to be passed out in order to touch you.” His words rolled off his lips seductively. Those damn lips kept demanding my attention, even with a hazy, post-roofied brain.

“Why did you drug me?”

“I had to make sure no one saw you being brought here.”

“And where is here, exactly?”

“My estate.”

“I recall you saying that, yes. I mean where is this estate of yours?”

He licked his lips. “Italy.”

I balked. “We’re in Italy?”

He nodded.

“Italy?”

“We’re in the Friuli-Venezia Giulia region of Italy.”

My eyes widened. “Say what?”

He smirked, amused by the fact that I would probably never be able to repeat that.

I held up my hand, trying to process what he just said. “We’re in Italy?” I glanced around. “We’re in Italy. I’m in Italy,” I muttered to myself. As I turned, I spotted a window with its shutters closed. I rushed toward it and tried to open the window, but it was locked, slivers of sunlight coming through the creases where the two shutters met. “Why are these locked?”

He got up, and I noticed the fresh, clean suit he was wearing. A black one this time. “For now, you are to stay inside and away from all windows.”

“I’m a prisoner?” I scoffed. “Of course, I’m a prisoner. For a second there I forgot how you shot and killed my friend in order to kidnap me.”

His dark brows furrowed in disapproval. The man was nothing but the epitome of perfection and power, proud and regal as if he owned the entire goddamn world. “I thought we established that Brad was not your friend?”

“In my head, he was, until you killed him.”

“If you ask me, I did you a fucking favor.”

“So, you’re allowed to have a filthy mouth, but I’m not?”

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