AVELINA’S POV
The night air feels heavier than normal. The rain has stopped and the storm is now calm but the silence it left is far worse. I hear the clock ticking and the echo comes with a warning.
I sit by the window in Allessandro’s room, staring at the garden. It seems the rain has washed everything clean but my thought. I know s
omewhere out there Orlando is planning his next attack.
Turning back, i glanced at Allessandro as he lays asleep or he pretends to be.His chest rises and falls, slow, steady, but he is never at peace. Even though he is wounded and bleeding out he is still always alert.
I whisper to myself, “What kind of man takes a bullet for someone he swore to hate? Just to keep a promise? What about if he had died”
I hear the floor creak, turning back i notice Emili
