Morning Sanctuary

Vittoria

Morning sunlight filtered through the cream curtains of my room, soft and golden, too understated for the week we'd had. For the first time in days, I wanted quiet, no plotting, no tension, no calls from Bastian or suppliers or security. Something that didn't stink of menace. So I tossed a small overnight bag together, brushed my hair, and headed out to drive to the De Leone estate.

Dante