Nara
The Sicilian estate is breathtaking, with white stone across the cliffs overlooking the sea. The waves crash against the rocks below. It is lovely enough to make someone forget this place belongs to the most feared rogue leader alive.
For the first time in years, I sleep without worrying about being dragged from my bed by Lang, Trisha, or just anyone.
No nightmares waiting behind my bedroom door.
Just silence.
…
The following evening, Concetta insists on dressing me for dinner.
“You’ve spent enough time hiding in oversized sweaters,” she declares, fastening a sapphire-blue halter dress around my neck. “You’re an Adalwolf.”
“I’ve never cared much about clothes.”
“I know,” she sighs. “That’s the problem.”
An hour later, I descend the staircase and my father is already seated.
