Page 131 of Sweet Sin

She shakes her head. “He won’t touch you tonight. Not until you’re legally wed.”

“Really? I suppose I should be thankful for that.”

She doesn’t look at me. In fact, it’s almost like she prefers not to look at me. “It’s a one-night reprieve, Savannah. Enjoy it.”

“I will.”

She doesn’t know I’ll be trying to figure out a way to get out of here.

This place is as secure as Fort Knox, though. I should know because I grew up in a house like it.

I went to private school, driven by a private car and driver. I wore the uniform. Until we moved my senior year. And I had to start over.

And everything that precipitated the move.

Vinny’s disappearance.

Michael’s marriage and eventual death.

It’s all too much to deal with.

Several servants are milling around, and I wonder for a moment why one of them isn’t showing me to my quarters. Why the lady of the house is doing it herself.

But I don’t ask. One thing I know about families like this, having grown up in one—nothing is done without a reason.

I follow Maggie up the left side of the double-sided stairway leading to the second floor. She leads me down the left hallway, and then she opens the door with a key.

“Here you are. I’m sure you’ll be very comfortable here.”

I walk into a suite. The living area is complete with a sofa, wingback chairs, and a bookshelf.

It leads into a bedroom. A king-sized bed is covered in royal blue, and the en suite bathroom is complete with a giant jetted tub and a walk-in steam shower, all done in marble and granite.

“I don’t like to do this, Savannah, but I’m going to have to lock you in.”

“I suspected as much.”

“Food will be brought to you.”

“Thank you. I’m hungry.”

I’m not, but I like the idea of having utensils. They’ll probably give me a dull knife. But you can do a lot of damage with a fork.

“I’ll see that you get a meal shortly.”

“Thank you.”

“Feel free to relax.”

“There’s no television.”

“No, afraid not. And I’ll need to look in your purse.”

“Why?”

She takes my purse from me. Opens it. Pulls out my phone. “Because of this. I have to take it, Savannah.”

“Fine.” I sigh. “I haven’t touched it.”

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