Evangeline’s POV:
“You monster! She’s only thirteen!” The words tore from my throat, raw and trembling, as if the sheer act of speaking them would undo what I’d just heard. My chest heaved with fury, nausea, disbelief.
I was practically hyperventilating.
Donatello Rossi didn’t flinch. His brow arched, his expression cool, almost amused. "So what?"
My blood turned to ice.
"So what? So what?! You…"
I stopped. My mind moved faster than my mouth, connecting fractured pieces of information like scattered shards of glass. Alexei. The drive. Donatello.
Alexei had worked for him. The deal had been for the drive—and in return, Donatello would help him find his niece. But what if it had never been about helping? What if he’d been behind her disappearance all along?
My breath caught in my lu
