*Natalia*

The trip back to Florence was mostly a quiet one. Our time in Rome was so magical and going home to deal with the fallout of Tallon’s arrest wasn’t something either of us really wanted to do. We couldn’t put it off any longer, though. We had responsibilities to the rest of the family.

The flight seemed short, but that was probably because I kept drifting to sleep on Tallon’s shoulder.

He didn’t complain, even though I was sure ...