Daphne POV

The call came at dawn, when the city still held its breath between night and morning.

Luca’s voice cracked through the line — “He’s been shot.”

For a moment, I couldn’t move. The world just… stopped.

The mug in my hand shattered on the tile, and Christian’s drawings fluttered off the counter like startled birds.

“Where is he?” I heard myself whisper. My throat felt tight, my heart a drum against bone.

“General Hospital,” Luca said quickly. “They just moved ...