Amelia POV
I managed to walk out of the living room and made a beeline for the guest room.
My hands trembled uncontrollably as I shut the guest bedroom door behind me, trying desperately to compose myself. My breath came in shallow gasps, my chest tightening with fear. The sight of him – Harry or whatever his real name was – had sent a shockwave through my entire body.
I couldn't believe that the man from Club 57 was here, in Sebastian's Winchester's penthouse. And he looked different – gone was that quiet, dangerous glint that I always see in his eyes. Instead, it had been replaced with a dreamy look whenever he gazes at Sienna. I couldn't believe his obsession has finally driven him closer to her.
