Lia’s pov

Luca moved a bit forward, his tiny hands gliding over the rough texture of a tree's bark as he walked. His face showed a distant look, as if he was tuned into sounds that only he could perceive. Lia felt a knot in her stomach. “Luca, my dear, hold on—” "I recall," he said abruptly. Dante was by his side immediately, kneeling down to match his height. “What do you recall?” Luca scowled, angling his head. “It was hotter previously.” The leaves were distinct. Dante's ...