Lily’s POV
I couldn’t shake his eyes.
They were cold, sharp, and unrelenting, but there was something else—something buried beneath the surface that had refused to leave my mind since he walked away. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger. It was… familiarity.
The drive to my parents’ house was quiet, the weight of the encounter settling deeper into my chest with every passing mile. I needed answers, and there was only one place I could go to get them. If my father, Fabrizio Russo, was the man I thought he was, then he’d know who this man was—and why he was sent to kill me.
Mama was the first to meet me when I stepped through the front doors. She looked startled, her usual calm replaced by concern as her eyes swept over me.
“Lily,” she said, hurrying toward me. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to ta
