Serena
The chandelier above me trembled.
Just once.
A distant boom echoed through the manor like thunder in a sealed tomb.
I sat up fast, breath sharp, instinct screaming louder than reason.
Not thunder.
Explosives.
Then another crack—closer this time.
The whole east wing groaned.
Glass shattered down the hall. Somewhere far off, someone was yelling in Russian.
Dante’s men.
And then I heard the roar.
Engines.
Gunfire.
War.
I was halfway to the door when it slammed open.
Dante stormed in, phone pressed to his ear, jacket half-on, mouth twisted in fury.
“She was supposed to be secure!” he barked into the receiver. “Where the f**k is Matteo?”
My heart punched my ribs.
Matteo.
My throat tightened.
And Luca?
“Get me a vehicle,” Dante snapped. “Now. I want her in the truck
