By the next morning, the internet has turned the blurry street brawl into a full‑blown saga.
I don’t have to look to know.
Mia does it for me.
She barrels into my room, tablet in one hand, coffee in the other, eyes already fierce.
“Brace yourself,” she says, dropping the tablet on the bed.
“I thought we did that yesterday,” I mutter.
“That was the warm‑up,” she says. “This is the part where they take the knife and twist.”
I drag the tablet closer.
New headline.
> **LUNA VALENTINE CAUGHT IN MAFIA SHOOTOUT?**
> *Video Shows ‘Missing’ Star in Violent Clash Linked to Moretti–D’Angelo Feud*
Under it, several stills from the phone video.
My figure blurred on the ground.
Masked men.
An SUV profile that looks suspiciously like the ones in Dante’s fleet catalogs.
Someone circl
