By dawn, the plan was set.
Valentina stood by the window of the safehouse, the muted light turning her hair into a dark halo. In the distance, the canals of Venice were waking up, but here, inside these walls, another kind of movement stirred.
Adrian sat at the table, phone pressed to his ear, murmuring instructions to Matteo. Every so often, he glanced at her, making sure she was still steady, still decided.
She was.
When he ended the call, he leaned back. “Marco’s curious. He’s sending someone to confirm the rumor.”
“Good,” Valentina said. “Let them come.”
Adrian arched a brow. “You’re playing a dangerous game, princess.”
“I’m tired of playing safe.”
She moved to the table, her hand brushing against a folded piece of paper......Cassiel’s offer, hastily scrawled in her impeccable
