Lucia’s POV
I could feel my pulse racing as Dante pulled me away from the man who had just spoken Vincenzo’s name. My thoughts spiraled in a chaotic storm, but one thing was clear: I couldn’t leave without having a conversation with him.
Vincenzo.
I had seen him before, the night Dante took me to his meeting. His presence had been commanding, his gaze sharp, his aura one of quiet authority. But I hadn’t spoken to him then, there had been no reason to. I hadn’t known he was connected to the fire.
But now, I did.
And with him so close, I couldn’t let him slip away.
“I left my purse back in the restroom,” I blurted out, keeping my voice steady and calculated.
Dante’s gaze flicked to mine, eyes narrowing with barely restrained annoyance. “We’re leaving.”
“I know, but it has valuables i
