AVELINA’S POV
The sunset spills over Rome like it’s a warning.
The orange-colored sky shifts to bruised purple as though the city itself is bracing for the dangers ahead, a night filled with betrayals, harsh truths and traps set by our enemies.
Allessandro stands by the window as he watches the streets below, restless since the voice note was sent. I notice his shoulders were tense beneath his shirt. Each breath he took felt like a countdown to destruction.
I feel it too.
And tonight, something will change.
Someone will break.
Someone will fall.
Someone will reveal their true self.
I pin my gaze on him, observing his every move as I hold my hair up in a bun. His focus is still on the streets of Rome as he doesn’t look in my direction. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because
