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had framed him for the murder of a musician named Jeremy Johns. One call to the police, and Iain could be locked away. But prison might be the least of their worries if Adam Rosier was in Florence. If Iain were to lose his life, there was no telling how long it might take before he and Haven could be reunited. A year without him would be terrible. A century would be torture.
    Which is why it surprised Haven to hear Iain speak as though Adam were no longer a threat. As if an ocean could keep him at a distance. Haven knew they hadn’t escaped him. Adam might have stayed behind in New York, but a part of him still followed Haven wherever she went. He frequently appeared in her dreams of the past. And while she rarely recalled many details, there was one terrible fact Haven couldn’t forget. Not all of those dreams were nightmares.
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    FEAR HAD SHARPENED her senses, and Haven heard the Vespa’s motor long before its headlight came into view. It appeared at the intersection ahead of them and sat idling at the stop sign a little too long before it turned toward them. Blinking in the harsh light, Haven and Iain paused to let the scooter pass. As it rumbled by, Haven fought the urge to flee. The last time she and Iain had faced death, it had come in the guise of two OS members on a motorbike. But the person riding the Vespa wasn’t one of Adam’s gray men—it was a teenage girl in a long brown coat and motorcycle boots. She wore neither helmet nor hat, and the snowflakes in her blonde hair sparkled like glitter. The Vespa slowed, and the girl stole a long look at Haven. She showed no interest in Iain. Even in the darkness, there was something about the rider that struck Haven as familiar. She knew they’d met at some point in the past, and the smirk on the girl’s lips seemed to suggest that she knew it too.
    Several blocks later the Vespa’s motor could still be heard in the distance. The rattle kept Haven marching on, though her feet had lost all feeling. She imagined the girl on the scooter circling nearby blocks, like a predator waiting for the right moment to make its kill. Even when the lights of their hotel appeared through the swirling snow, Haven wouldn’t allow herself to feel any relief. She knew there was still a chance she’d never make it to safety—that she’d be snatched up like a rabbit at the edge of its burrow. The girl was following them. Haven was sure of it.
    Once they were inside the doors of the hotel lobby, Haven spun around and peered outside with her nose almost pressed to the glass.
    â€œDo you see something out there?” Worried at last, Iain put a hand on her shoulder and looked out into the night.
    â€œShhh,” Haven told him. The streets were empty, and the shadows didn’t move. Several blocks away, a tiny light flickered. She thought at first that it might be the Vespa, still circling, until the light stayed in place for more than a minute. Then Haven’s anxiety began to fade into the desire for a long, hot shower. She let Iain take her by the hand, and together they forged their way through the lobby.
    â€œExcuse me, Miss Moore.” A prissy woman from hotel reception was blocking their path to the elevators. Despite her small stature, she made an effective obstacle. “May I have a word?”
    â€œWe’re in a bit of a hurry,” Haven said wearily, attempting to step around the woman, only to find the way blocked once more.
    â€œIt will just take a moment.” The woman pointed toward the open door of an office. Haven and Iain reluctantly followed her inside.
    â€œYes?” Haven asked, feeling like a naughty child who’d been summoned to the principal’s office.
    â€œThere’s been a problem with your credit card. The hotel has been instructed to decline any additional charges.”
    â€œInstructed by whom?” Haven demanded. She could feel the crimson blotches growing on her face and