Sienna's heart stopped. "Dante has a son?"
"Yes."
The word hung in the air like smoke. Heavy. Suffocating.
Sienna stared at the little boy running through the garden. At his dark curls bouncing as he chased butterflies.
At the way he laughed, pure and innocent, completely unaware that his existence had just shattered what was left of Sienna's understanding of Dante Moretti.
"I don't understand." Her voice came out thin. Distant. "He never mentioned a child."
Catarina's expression was gentle. Sad. "He doesn't mention Leo to anyone. Only a handful of people know he exists."
"Why?"
"Because Dante's world is dangerous. And children are leverage. If Lorenzo had known about Leo, if any of Dante's enemies had known, they would have used him as a weapon.
" Catarina started walking toward
