ELENA’S POV
By the time the plan is finished, the sun is fully up.
Morning light floods the apartment, making everything look normal. Too normal.
Like we’re just a normal family eating breakfast and talking about errands.
But the air says otherwise.
Giovanni has maps open on the dining table. Three different routes. Security choke points. Escape corridors. Every line on the screen looks like a decision that could get someone killed.
Alessandro stands near the window, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in low Italian that moves too fast for me to fully follow.
And Dante…
Dante looks like a different man entirely.
The softness from last night is gone.
The man standing across the table now is the one people whisper about.
Cold. Precise. Untouchable.
He studies the map like a gener
