ISABELLA
I couldn’t sit still.
My mind kept circling the same three storms: Adrian, Sophia, and the families circling like vultures waiting for me to slip. Every time I tried to focus on the map, my thoughts drifted to my sister. Then to Adrian. Then to the enemies who would love nothing more than to see me distracted and weak.
I wasn’t weak. But I was stretched thin.
The door opened without a knock.
Luca stepped inside, his expression tight. “Did Enzo come here?”
I didn’t bother lying. “He brought tulips.”
Luca’s jaw clenched. “Tulips.”
“He said he bought them from an old vendor.”
“That’s not the point,” Luca muttered. “I think he’s interested in you.”
I almost laughed. “He’s giving tulips to Sophia too.”
Luca froze. “Sophia?”
“Yes. My sister.”
He didn’t comment, but the disb
