SERAFINA’S POV
I didn't sleep.
Not because I couldn't, but because I wouldn't. Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford when Alessia’s face haunted my mind like a damn ghost. Every time I blinked, I saw her—bound, gagged, bloodied. The memory made my fists clench hard enough that my nails pierced the skin of my palms.
We were still in Nice, but my soul had already returned to Italy—locked and loaded.
Alonzo was pacing the suite like a caged animal. Every few seconds he’d glance at his phone like it would suddenly give him divine insight. His shirt was wrinkled, his jaw clenched. I’d never seen him this agitated.
“Did you track the signal yet?” I asked, voice low.
He didn’t answer immediately. That alone made my stomach twist.
“Alonzo.”
He stopped and met my eyes. “They bounced the mess
