The Lombardi princess. The heir who disappeared years ago, swallowed by war and blood feuds, presumed dead by everyone—including her own family.
Marco exhales slowly, the sound razor-sharp.
I glance between them. "You think she’s a threat?"
Luca leans against the desk. "I think she’s a complication. And in our world, complications get people killed."
I shift my weight, the reality of the situation pressing in around me. If Aria Lombardi is alive, it means the war isn’t as settled as we thought.
Marco doesn’t waste time. He reaches for his phone, dialing a number without hesitation.
He’s calling Enzo, the Salvatore hitman.
The line clicks, and the moment Enzo answers, Marco’s voice is cold steel. "I have a name for you."
I watch as Marco relays the information, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as he speaks. Luca’s expression remains unreadable, but I can see the wheels turning in his mind.
Then Enzo’s voice filters through the speaker, low and disbelieving.
"Aria?" A pause. A breath. Then, "Aria Lombardi is alive?"
