We were a scandal waiting to happen. But I didn’t care. For years my life had already been an unending downward spiral. Then my grandfather, Jack, gave me an apartment no one knew about. A secret bequest after his death, and the brief note that accompanied the gift sent me running to Italy. I’d gone to Venice to find peace, knowing I was weak, and instead I found him. He was magnificent, brilliant, jaded, and white-hot danger. I was consumed by him as I’ve never been by anything or anyone. Vibrant and unrelenting wakefulness burned inside me when he was near. And he became everything I craved and all I would regret. Letting go of us was inevitable, even as it tormented me to tear us apart.