~ALINA’S POV~
The jet touched down in Toronto with a soft jolt, the wheels screeching briefly against the runway.
I shifted in my seat, nerves tightening in my stomach as I peered through the small oval window. The sky above was a muted gray, heavy with the threat of rain.
The moment we stepped outside, the cool Toronto air wrapped around us. I breathed it in, feeling the buzz of a city that once was my home… but now felt like nothing more than a graveyard for my most painful memories.
The maids had dressed me in black from head to toe.
A soft black robe-like coat, featherlight but dramatic, wrapped around my body, cinched tightly at the waist.
Valentino was beside me, dressed in sharp, tailored black as always. His injury was hidden so well under his clothes that no one would have e
