Bruno’s point of view
A lot was going on in my head and one of them was how to end Ischavor, the man who ruined my childhood. Isabella’s mental breakdown was getting worse. The one who is to help us is here already.
He arrived without ceremony, no convoy, no armed escort. Just a black sedan that rolled through my gates like it belonged there, which in a way, it did. The guards stiffened even though they were aware of his coming. They remembered him, of course, even if they didn’t know why he was there. Men like Dimitri didn’t raise their voices or flash their authority, they carried it quietly instead, like a blade kept out of sight.
I was already waiting in the hall when he stepped inside, he still looked the same, it was like nothing changed.
“You still don’t sleep,” he said as a
