Vanished Cargo

Vittoria

The sun had not yet risen above the horizon when I stood facing the grand staircase of the De Leone mansion, my coat draped carelessly around my shoulders and exhaustion etched deep beneath my eyes.

Dante had left early to meet with Cassian and Marcello to talk about the attack. He'd kissed my cheeks before leaving, his voice rough yet soft as he told me to rest. But I couldn’t rest, not