DANTE
We had left our premises hours ago, but Mirabella still lay unconscious in Dad’s arms. Her small fingers clung to his shirt like her life depended on it, refusing to let go. She hadn’t stirred even once—not during the ride to the airport, not through the flight, and now not even as we rolled through the quiet streets of Rome.
We were finally home, yet the atmosphere inside the limousine remained heavy, suffocating. Dad sat with Mirabella nestled against him, his expression unreadable. I sat on one side of him, Antonio beside me, while Xander, Vincent, and Ezekiel sat opposite us, all our gazes fixed on the girl whose presence had changed everything.
I had offered to carry her multiple times, but each time I tried, her grip on Dad only tightened. She didn’t want anyone else.
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