Chapter 8
A boy, not older than seven or eight, skidded to a halt in front of Ebony and gaped at her. He had the same shaggy black hair and bright green eyes as Atlas and Ebony smiled at him. “You must be Fino.”
A moment’s hesitation and then the boy smiled, the same wide, friendly, devastating smile as his uncle, and presumably his father. A moment later, Ebony saw his father, Mateo, as he came down the steps of the Tigri mansion to greet them.
“Hey, At, hey, Ebony, great to meet you.”
Ebony thought he was going to kiss her cheek; instead, Mateo picked her up and twirled her around, making her shriek with laughter. Atlas chuckled, shaking his head. “He likes to surprise people.”
“Ebony isn’t people, she’s family,” his brother corrected, setting Ebony back on her feet and grinning dow
