Stolen Sanctuary

Vittoria

The door clicked shut behind me.

A small sound, but enough to say, You’re home.

The mansion hummed around me, that constant energy that meant family and business and a hundred stories in the walls. I breathed out slow, trying to chase away the knot in my shoulders. Dante was already in the living room, and the look he gave me, steady, dark, a whole conversation in just his eyes, said more