Nico
“What place is this?” Leo grimaced, gazing around.
We had gathered at Villa Monteluce, an abandoned 17th-century chapel-turned-safehouse nestled into the Umbrian cliffs. It had been ours for decades. The thick stone walls were cold, cracked, and silent. It was the kind of place where no one could hear you die.
Leo already made a beeline for the makeshift bar with Domani following after him. Xavier and Caelian stood near the arched stained-glass window, eyes sweeping the perimeter. The guards were already positioned outside, armed and ready to attack anyone who came even closer than ten feet. And it wasn’t likely because this was built right on the edge of the cliffs.
I took my seat at the head of the table, a place where my father sat the last time we were here. And even though
