Illyana's POV
The gnawing anxiety in my stomach hadn’t eased in days. Sofia and Aurora were still missing, the silence from their phones a constant, chilling reminder of their absence. Alessandro, though outwardly calm and reassuring, was a coiled spring, his tension a palpable force in the air around him. He barely slept, spending his nights pacing the villa, making calls, barking orders at Nico and Lorenzo. He was a man on a mission, his focus laser-sharp, his determination unwavering. I both admired his strength and feared it, worried about the lengths he would go to, the darkness he was capable of unleashing to get Sofia and Aurora back.
He called me into his study one day. As I walked in, I found him pacing the length of the room, his hand running through his hair, his usual composu
