CHAPTER 24: Mirabella's POV
The knock was firm. Calculated. Not the kind of frantic pounding that screamed danger, but the kind that made my pulse skip all the same.
I wiped my damp palms on my jeans, still rattled from the night at the restaurant. Giovanni’s voice echoed in my head, his eyes, that suffocating tension still coiled around me like invisible rope.
“Who is it?” I called softly from the kitchen, glancing at Eliana, who peeked through the peephole.
“Tall. Dangerous. Pretty sure he could break the door with his pinky,” Eliana muttered. “Want me to grab the bat?”
I shook my head, forcing my legs to move.
I cracked the door open and the breath whooshed from my lungs.
“Dominic?”
My older brother stood there in a fitted black jacket, shirt open at the collar, cool blue eyes
