Chapter 31

Isabella’s POV

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The Sicilian morning spilled golden light into the villa, warm enough that it made the night before feel like a bad dream.

If only it were.

Mateo had bounded out of bed the second he smelled breakfast, dragging me along behind him with way too much energy for someone who had survived a near-kidnapping two days ago.

“Nonna! Nonna!” he cried, rushing into the sunlit kitchen.