Chapter 8
LENA POV
The island felt different after the pictures.
It looked like someone was watching me or even the walls themselves were watching me now. Every guard I passed stared a second too long before looking away quickly. Conversations stopped whenever I entered a room. Even the servants moved strangely around me, quieter than before.
Dante's threat had spread through the fortress fast.
I didn't know exactly what had been sent to Salvatore's office, but I knew enough. Pictures. Warnings. A message.
And somehow I had become the center of it.
I stood near the balcony doors inside my room, staring at the violent waves crashing below the cliffs. The sky was dark again, heavy clouds swallowing the afternoon sunlight.
Behind me, Matteo sat cross-legged on the carpet beside Brutus
