**Stefano’s POV**

I stood in the living room, still wearing the crisp blue shirt and black pants I had left the house in that morning. My shirt was half-unbuttoned now, the sleeves rolled up, my watch digging into my wrist because I kept checking it every thirty seconds.

After I left the meeting with Moretti, I suddenly had a bad feeling, because why on earth would I have left her to go on her own when Dante was still out there? It was a terrible judgment on my part.

She wasn’t answering ...