THE PRICE OF BETRAYAL
The cold night air hit my face as we exited through the hidden passage that led to the old D’Luca vineyard. Enzo Moretti walked with a confidence that made my stomach churn; every one of his steps was an insult to the security Aaron claimed to have over this place.
"Don’t stop, Sofia. Time is a luxury your husband is burning away at this very second," Enzo muttered, gripping my elbow with a firmness that pretended to be gentlemanly but felt like a rope tied around my hands.
I broke free from his grip with a sharp movement, feeling the cold metal of the silver dagger against my thigh. That small weapon had been a wedding gift from a monster, and it was the only thing reminding me of who I was in the middle of this war of titans.
"Don’t touch me," I warned, my v
