ra

ring over her as if checking for injuries. "Are

, leaning against

o, can you?" He gestured vaguely at Seraphina. "So she watched while her f

years of trauma, the scars both

e a triumphant, mocking smile over Dante's sho

us belongings scattered across the filthy pavement. I knelt silently, my fingers trembling

t the delicate wing, a red-s

RA

el shattering into a dozen pieces

of rage tore from my throat. I lunged at her, my

r reac

out of my lungs, and I hit the ground hard, landing on a sharp piece of plastic

eep going after her," he snarled, completely ignoring the

"That was Luca's," I sobbed, the words choke

dismissive. "It's a toy. I'll

the city, the cold wind, the pa

d for

who claimed Luca was "family to him, too" had f

o vast it felt like a black hole had opened in my chest

oring the pain, and turned to l

leaned out the window, his anger suddenly replaced by a sembla

me to lunch. A

in. What else

ante and Seraphina chatted intimately, their voices a low murmur.

ina had inflicted since she'd reappeared in our lives. Each one w

The sound of screeching tires and

ad smashed into t