Mirabella's Pov

When Matteo and I heard the crash downstairs and took to our heels, I was hoping that it wouldn't be anything serious. Going on downstairs, I prayed in my heart that it'd just be the kids playing and thrashing the furniture but that doesn't seem to be the case.

Not when my daughter's lips are spread wide in a toothy smile with blood smeared all over her face, and my son's features stoic, a better part of his body is soaked in blood.

Time suddenly slows down, my legs ...