The night air had changed.
It wasn’t just the thickening silence or the way the moon hung low like it was watching—waiting. It was something else, something unspoken, clawing its way through the walls of the villa like smoke before the fire. Enzo stood by the glass doors, his silhouette backlit by the soft light spilling from the bedroom. His jaw was tense, shoulders squared like a man already bracing for war. But the war was no longer just his.
Behind him, Amelia watched.
She had never seen him like this. Not even during the moments he’d let her glimpse behind the curtain. This was something deeper, rawer—a man stripped of charm and seduction, cloaked only in bone-deep purpose.
He finally spoke, voice low and gritted. “They’re moving.”
Amelia stepped forward. “Who?”
“The ones I’ve b
