Playing with Fire

Dante

The De Leone household was full of laughter when I came in, too full for the weight that pressed in my chest. The staff were getting ready for something in the downstairs, the scent of lemon and roasted garlic lingering in the air. Somewhere in the living room, Marcello's thunderous laughter boomed too free, too damn easy.

I followed the sound and found them all gathered around the long marb