Dante’s POV

The coldness was on his face as he stood by the border of the property, his eyes scanning over the vineyards that ran to the horizon. Long shadows lay over the ground in shades of golden brown in stark contrast to the storm that was rising in his interior. The past tormented him like a second skin, bringing to his memory forgotten debts, abandoned vows, and specters he had pledged to leave behind. But tonight, everything was to change. For Lia for Luca for peace. His family ...