VALENTINA
Malia pulled me into her new room, not knowing that I had helped Blaine design it for her. All the details that made it perfect were information I had collected about her over these years.
I barely had time to sit down on one of the plush sofas before Malia started.
“I don’t even know where to start,” she blurted out, pacing up and down. “These last few days have been insane. I only tried to save my father, you know? How could I have expected anything like this?! And, omg. You can’t believe what Marcello said to me earlier today! And what if I get killed? What if—”
I stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders, and stopped her in her tracks.
“Breathe, Malia.”
I hated seeing her like this. I had known this moment would eventually come; however, I had hoped to have a few more mo
