After the Storm

Vittoria

The car pulled up quietly in front of the estate, crunching the gravel in a manner that sounded like my heartbeat was echoing through it. My hands were still warm from holding Zev's, but already my mind was elsewhere-somewhere nearer, where Dante waited, alive, safe. Finally, after the storm of the past weeks, after the bullets, the betrayal, the fear, the endless nights of wondering if I