ilk of my nightgown felt

e door. I did not cry. Tears were for wo

b and pulled my own encrypted phon

ey shook from the adrenaline of light

memorized a decade ago

ang

pe

gravel grinding against bone. It

dei Capi of the rival family. Th

g is off,"

ld hear the faint sound of a lighter flic

d like a prayer and a curse comi

voice was steady now. "He has a c

ntence. Dante hadn't just cheated. He had mocked me to a mistress.

aid. "I want an a

ow the price, Elena. If you come to me, there is no going back. I will burn the Fazi

the mirror. I looked pale. Fr

I said. "I

y. I will be in New York in thre

't," I

le

es

you, I will cut

ne wen

time in eight years, I didn't feel

. Dante shifted in his sleep,

back on the nightstand,

de him. I stare

up the custom engagement ring. It wa

just a piece of gla