“And pigs? I love pigs!”
My demon throws me a concerned glance. I just smile and shrug.
“If we have to,” he says and reaches to take Lucia from me. “Where’s your sister?”
“She’s probably still packing,” I say, turning to look at the front door just as Zara steps out. Massimo is right behind her, carrying her suitcases. “Are you ready to go, Zara?”
“Yes,” she says but doesn’t make a move to approach us. Her eyes are cast down, toward the ground at her feet.
Massimo walks around her and descends the stone steps, but instead of bringing my sister’s things to Kai’s car, he approaches his own vehicle and opens the trunk.
“What’s going on?” I ask, volleying my gaze between my sister and stepbrother, who’s now holding the passenger door open.
“Zahara,” Massimo says in a soft voice, so unch
