Chapter 54
Nina’s POV
The living room felt heavy with the weight of the night. The fire crackled low in the fireplace, casting flickering orange shadows across the wooden beams and fur rugs.
Enzo lounged on the armchair, his leg bandaged and propped up, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Nikolai sat in the chair beside me, his breathing steady but his face still pale from the painkillers.
Dante paced near the window, his phone buzzing every few minutes with updates from who knows where. Nana hovered in the kitchen doorway, her apron untied now, eyes tired but kind. The moans from upstairs had stopped at some point, leaving a strange silence that made the house feel even more like a secret.
I rubbed my eyes, the tea and whiskey mixing in my stomach to make me feel warm but exhausted.
