IZABELLA
As my car pulled back into the parking lot, I was surprised to see a slight commotion around the house.
The place was usually calm—to the point of almost being lifeless.
I slowly got down from the Mercedes and shut the door behind me, taking a few steps closer so I could get a clear view of the house, and balked when I saw smoke rising from the direction of my bedroom window.
My eyes darted around at the guards who’d been with me, who were now merging with the ones that had stayed home and were getting intel. As my eyes swept across the driveway, searching for someone—anyone—who could explain the whole thing to me, I spotted Ignazio’s car parked just a few feet away.
I separated from the guards and moved toward the house, entering and heading for the stairs, where the sharp
