NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

the front door, but we’re outnumbered. We need the panic room in the subbasement.”

Mia clung to his leg, frozen in terror.

“Take her,” Josiah ordered, pushing Mia toward Willow. “I’ll cover the rear. Go now.”

Willow grabbed Mia’s hand.

“Look at me, Bug,” she said, using the same low voice from the storm. “We’re playing a game. We have to be ghosts. Ghosts continue reading …