CHAPTER TWENTY

Ivy's POV

The plane's engines hum, a low rumble that matches the knot in my stomach. Michael and Mia are curled up in the seats beside me, their tiny hands clutching my fingers even in sleep. Alessio's across the aisle, staring out the window, his jaw tight. Italy. I swore I'd never go back, but here I am, flying into the lion's den because Canada's not safe anymore. Elena's locked up, for now, but her threat still hangs over us like a storm cloud. And Antonio. God, his ...