Remo shifted with me in his arms, leaning forward, his forehead pressed against the tiles as he looked down at me. His body shielded me from the cold water raining down on us, and his dark eyes held mine. “It takes a while before the water gets warm down here,” he said calmly. So calm. My eyes searched his face. Eerily calm. No sign that he had just killed a man in a barbaric way.
