(Almira's POV)
We arrive in Italy just before sunrise. Damon’s driving like he’s got fire in his veins, but it still feels too slow. Every minute my kids are out there with God knows who is a minute too long.
As we pull up to Lysander’s estate, I see him already standing at the front steps like he’s been waiting. Of course he’s waiting. Perfect posture. Blank expression. Just like always.
I don’t even let Damon stop the car fully before I jump out. My boots hit the ground hard, and I march straight toward him.
“You’ve got nerve,” I say, arms crossed, staring him down. “Standing there like you didn’t just have my children taken.”
Lysander raises an eyebrow. “Almira, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play innocent. You sent Damon to sniff around them. You’ve been poking i
