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“And you?”

The question hung between us.

I ran my tongue over the sharp edge of my teeth as I slowly inhaled. “I was already here.”

His throat worked. He wanted to ask. Needed to ask. But we both knew he wouldn’t.

I looked down at my hands one final time. At the blood crusted beneath my fingernails.

Across the city, in the silk sheets of my bed, Sabrina slept with my ring on her finger.

My father was dead.

One threat eliminated.

One less hand reaching for her in the dark.

But the judge was still out there.

My mother’s machinations hadn’t died with my father.

And the blood on the steps of the House of Diamanti would draw every vulture in Italy to our door.

Sabrina was safer today than she was yesterday.

But the fact remained—no one who loved a Diamanti was ever truly safe.

Not for long…not when the man she should fear the most was the one sharing her bed.

To be continued…