Lily's POV.
The city lights blur past my window, a flickering reminder of the lines I keep crossing. I sit rigid, arms folded across my chest, as if holding myself together might keep my world from splitting in two. I went to DeLuca, hoping to find clarity, some reason to keep going with this plan, to justify the lies, the betrayal. But all I came away with was more doubt. Bitter, gnawing doubt. And I feel more torn than ever.
I still want justice. I still want someone to pay for the senseless deaths of my parents. My father's blood soaking the concrete. My mother's silence after that final bottle of pills. The Valentini name is etched into my grief like a scar. But Alessio...
He's not his father.
He's not the monster I imagined him to be. He's complicated and dangerous, yes, but there
