Cassie:
The knock on my door was soft, but there was a precision to it that made my stomach clench.
"Miss Reed," Elias's voice followed. Calm, way too calm. "Mr. Martelli would like to see you in his office."
I stood from the bed where I hadn’t so much been resting as counting the tiny cracks on the ceiling. The moment Elias said Luca's name, I already knew something was up. No one went to see the Don unless he wanted something.
I opened the door slowly. Elias, the ever perfect butler, had his hands clasped neatly in front of him. He didn’t make eye contact, but he didn’t need to. The message was clear.
"Now?"
He gave a single, sharp nod. I didn’t ask any other questions.
The halls of Luca’s mansion always felt colder than necessary, like the walls themselves had eyes. I followed El
