Diego's POV

I once had a dream about standing atop the ashes of the Milanesi empire.

That was the closest I’d ever come to a real-life premonition.

I stood on the elevated road that overlooked the Milanesi mansion and watched as it burned. Plumes of smoke and ash clawed at the sky like a corpse’s gray fingers.

And all I could think was: nothing has ever looked so beautiful.

Elena and Santo joined me.

“Well, it’s done,” Elena said, surveying the ruins of the estate with an apathetic ...