Chapter 34: The Black Wedding
*****Dante’s POV****
The rain hadn’t stopped in three days.
It beat against the windshield of our stolen car like the ticking of a countdown I couldn’t see, couldn’t stop. Each drop reminded me we were racing against something bigger than time.
We were racing against fate.
Isabelle was quiet in the passenger seat. She hadn’t spoken since the message arrived. A cryptic email. An encrypted file. A date. A location.
And a name.
Cecilia Cassano.
Her fake mother.
Her almost-mother.
Victor’s bride.
I could still hear Isabelle’s voice when she read it aloud:
“He’s marrying her.”
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We parked half a mile outside the ancient chapel on the cliffs of Cinque Terre. The kind of place kings might’ve been crowned or saints might’ve been betrayed.
There were g
