SERAFINA’S POV
Marcello Romano’s screams still echoed faintly in my ears as we left the warehouse behind, a trail of blood and broken threats painting our exit. Alessia was bruised, but alive. Alonzo was silent beside her in the back seat, keeping pressure on her wounded arm.
And me? I was too calm. Too quiet. That meant something inside me had shifted again—harder, colder.
“Are you okay?” Alonzo asked, leaning forward between the seats. His eyes were on me, but I refused to meet them.
“I said I’m fine,” I replied, my voice coated in glass.
He didn’t press. Smart man. But that didn’t stop his hand from gently resting over mine on the gear shift. Warm. Steady. Real.
I didn’t pull away.
Marcello’s last words gnawed at me like maggots under skin. You don’t know the allies I’ve made. Th
