Emilia’s POV
I pace the living room floor, my anxiety mounting with each passing minute. Luca has been gone for hours, and the knot in my stomach only grows tighter. The rest of my family has gone to bed, but sleep eludes me. Not when I know he's out there, possibly confronting the man who ordered my torture. He didn’t tell me in his words but with the way that he barged out of the room after that call, I could put two and two together. I check the time on the clock. 11:21 pm. It’s late. Where the hell is Luca?
The sound of cars pulling up makes me rush to the window. Relief floods through me as I recognize Luca's Aston Martin, followed by Alexandra's SUV. But something feels off. The tension in their movements as they exit the vehicles sends warning signals through my body. I frown see
