Loose Ends

Dante

The house was quiet, too quiet for the tension simmering under my skin. De Leone mansion nights used to hold a kind of cold elegance, but these days there was warmth buried somewhere in the walls: Carmela's giggles drifting from the hall, Vittoria's soft voice when she visited, Cassian humming without realizing he was doing it.

Tonight wasn’t warm.

Tonight, the air felt like it was made of s