CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Alessio's POV

The night air's thick with tension, pressing against the windows of the safehouse like it's trying to get in. Ivy's upstairs, tucking Michael and Mia into bed, her voice soft as she sings them a lullaby.

It's the only calm thing in this mess, and it's killing me that I can't keep it that way. Clara's confession yesterday gutted her, and that shadow we saw outside the window? It's got me on edge. Elena's playing games, and I'm done letting her win.

I'm in ...