The morning sun was a cruel irony. Its golden light spilled over the Lockwood estate, touching the marble floors and manicured gardens like a benediction, while inside, Valentina De Luca felt like the walls were beginning to crack under the weight of too many secrets.
Adrian stood in the war room with her, hands braced on the table, blood still drying at the cuff of his shirt. Neither of them had slept since the ambush in Milan.....a move orchestrated by remnants of Salvatore's loyalists.
"We have a leak," Valentina said, her voice low, controlled. "Someone inside tipped them off."
Adrian's jaw clenched. "I’ll find them."
She turned her eyes to him, dark and unreadable. "No. We will. Together."
It was an echo of a promise they had made in Chapter 70, when they'd decided to dismantle t
