Sophia POV
The last night on the run. This could be it.
The end of crappy coffee and cold showers. Of disgusting food and even worse motel mattresses. Of stolen kisses and whispered confessions in the dark.
And the end of her marriage to Alessandro.
Her chest tightened at the thought.
They were too different. He was powerful, experienced, a man who had lived and bled for his empire. She was still in school, just barely stepping into the real world. Once this was over, he would wake up and realize how little they had in common. How much of this was just circumstance—an arrangement forced upon them both.
And yet…
He had been so tender these past few days. Watching over her. Holding her close. Acting as if she was something precious. It only made the ache inside her worse. Because the
