Dante's face went dark as he read the letter.
Not angry dark. Something worse. Something cold and calculated that made the hair on Sienna's arms stand up.
He read it twice. Then a third time. Like he was searching for hidden meaning in words that were already perfectly clear.
"Dante." Sienna stepped closer. "Tell me what it says."
He looked up at her. His grey eyes were stormy. Conflicted. "They want me back."
"Who?"
"The Council." He folded the letter carefully, precisely. Like he was buying time to figure out how to explain.
"A group of old-money European families. They control shipping. Banking. Real estate. Everything that matters on this side of the Atlantic."
"And they want you back from what?"
"From exile." Dante walked toward the villa, and Sienna followed. "My father was
