Three days after the banquet, Victoria Harbor City returned to peace.
At least on the surface.
I sat on the second-floor terrace of the estate, watching the gardener trim the hedges below.
Mom brought me a cup of warm milk and sat beside me.
“Ivy, you’ve been zoning out a lot lately.”
I smiled. “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”
Mom sighed. “Your brother keeps saying he wants to protect you, but he’s still lying in bed himself.”
“He’ll get better,” I said.
Mom held my hand. “I know you’re strong, but you’re still my daughter. I’m going to worry.”
I turned to look at her, warmth spreading through my chest. “I know.”
After Mom left, I stared at the garden for a while longer.
That was when Ghost’s text came in.
“Old Vito’s nephew is causing trouble at the docks. Says the new rules are
