Serafina’s POV
The message came at dawn.
No greeting. No threat. Just coordinates and a time.
Come alone. Bring your shadow if you must.
I stared at the phone, pulse steady for the first time in hours.
“She knows about us,” Matteo said flatly.
He stood by the window, gun already in hand, scanning the street below like it had personally offended him. We’d changed locations twice since Luca announced my death. Burned phones. New clothes. New routes. Survival had become ritual.
“She’s always known,” I replied.
Vittorio had disappeared before sunrise, leaving behind nothing but instructions and a warning: Don’t trust anyone who wants Luca dead more than you do.
That narrowed the list to nearly everyone in San Verità.
“She’s calling herself the Third Eye,” Matteo continued. “People do
