Lia’s POV

The sentences remain in the air like a death verdict. They've found where I live. And now they're coming to get you. I shudder. My hands automatically tighten around Luca's small shoulders, pulling him in closer to me. His hands are cold, his little chest rising and falling in rapid motion. He is scared. So am I. Dante does not move. He stands stiff as a statue carved in cold stone, his gun securely in his grasp, his sights trained squarely upon the man in the doorway. His jaws ...