Bound in Blood

SERAFINA

Dario laughed softly, a brief, bittersweet sound, and placed his hand on my cheek, brushing it gently in that way he sometimes did, like one would comfort a child who is blissfully unaware of the dangers of the world.

“I want you to know,” he continued, his eyes glinting with that familiar edge of determination, “even if I don’t come back, Matteo will always look after you. He knows how m