House of Vipers

"Donovan," I say, my voice raspy and hoarse. "I strongly think the person who robbed me today was specifically targeting me."

Donovan’s dark pupils tighten. The shift is barely there, a microscopic flinch in the dim light of the bedroom, but I catch it. His fingers twitch against his thighs. "No way," he replies, fighting to keep his tone steady and dismissive. "That can't be true. Why would a ra