Chapter 197

{Harper's POV}

"Dante?"

The single word carried an unmistakable shake in it, a stiffness that hadn't been there thirty seconds earlier, and I understood then, all at once, exactly what Moretti had actually done. He'd called from Enzo's own number earlier, sent that quiet ping through the line before we ever sat down here, knowing his father would eventually call it back convinced he was still talk