Diego's POV

I sped up as we neared the gates of De Morrone House.

It looked the way it once did, as if nothing had ever happened. The architects had ensured that every single bullet hole was patched back to perfection.

Carlotta and I had moved here immediately after Davina and Dominic disappeared—at my insistence. I wasn’t about to keep living in the safe house, marooned in a place haunted by memories of a woman I’d never see again.

The guards heard me coming and opened the gates.

I ...