Chapter 63

Knowing what I knew now, a chill crept over my skin when I found Matteo curled up in his mother’s bedroom the next morning. The air felt heavy in that space, still carrying the ghost of what Victor had described so vividly, and so raw that I could almost see it.

My throat tightened as I stood in the doorway. Matteo was lying on his side, small and quiet, his hair a dark tangle against the pillow.