““Ana was right. It was her life, and only she had a say in what she did with it. Not her parents. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to claim her man. After fetching her lockpicks and her room key from the table, she blew out the bedside candle, stepped outside, and secured the door. All abuzz with anticipation, Victoria crouched in the quiet hallway with her pickset and finagled the metal blades into Ramsay’s lock. It took only a few seconds to pop the three tumblers, and then the door crept inward.””
