Serafina's POV
“This road is evil,” I declared.
“It is famous,” he corrected.
“It should be arrested.”
He laughed again, fuller this time, and that sound did something warm inside my chest even though I was still slightly convinced we might roll into the sea at any moment.
The window beside me showed the cliff dropping down into blue water that looked peaceful and innocent, which felt very suspicious because nothing that calm should sit at the bottom of such dangerous curves.
“Do not look down,” Matteo said softly.
“I was not,” I lied immediately, even though I absolutely was.
He gently turned my face toward him with two fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at his calm expression instead of the dramatic cliff of possible doom.
“Look at me,” he said.
“That does not help,” I
