Rafaelle's POV
My phone was buzzing loudly and continuously, annoyingly breaking into my human-asleep state. The bright, harsh light of the early morning felt like a painful slap on my eyelids, waking me up abruptly. It turned out to be a call from Don Campani.
As soon as I saw his name, a feeling of anxiety washed over me, and my stomach felt like it was twisting into a tight, nervous knot.
I understood clearly, and with an unsettling feeling deep inside, that this call was about something serious. That familiar feeling of dread wrapped around me like a cold blanket, making me very uneasy.
“Raf,” he said in a loud and powerful voice that came through the phone. His voice was deep and strong, and it had that familiar feeling of danger that I had learned to recognize over time.
