LOGIN~~SERA~~
I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming through the windows, I reached for it and saw at least a dozen missed calls from my mother, my father, and Maddox.The memories of last night came crashing back. The gunshots. The fear. Knox holding me.I sat up quickly, my heart racing. Knox's side of the bed was empty, but his pillow still held the indent of his head. The clock read 10:4~~ARIA~~ Urgh, what was that? Streams of morning light bursting into the room from the drapes I must have forgotten to close them last night in the haste of everything that happened. My head is pounding way too much for me to see through the intensity of the blinding whiteness. I definitely had a few too many last night. More than a few but then it was worth it. Not that I regret it. It was so much fun. In fact, that was the best wedding I have ever been to in my life. Mostly because I met an incredible woman. One who made me feel things I definitely haven't felt before. Thinking about Aria brings a smile to my face, despite the agony ricocheting through my brain. I reach across the bed trying to find her. "Aria?" The bed is empty. More than that, the bed is cold like she hasn't been in it for hours. I force myself into a sitting position and blink furiously, trying to find out what's going on. I can't see Aria... no sight of her. "Aria, are you here?" She's bound to be in the
~~ARIA~~I can't get my hands off him. What the hell is wrong with me? While I thought about doing something a little bit different, I wasn't exactly planning on this. But kissing Stefano—feeling the powerful sensation of his hands around my waist, eagerly touching all of me—is so addictive and so intoxicating, that I'm enthralled.I know Isla tried to warn me off him and I get why. A man with a touch this expert has to be a playboy, and that's not the sort of man I should be giving myself to. But how can I resist? Especially when my best friend isn't here to warn me even more."So, this is my home," Stefano says with a smile as he leads me inside his condo, but neither of us are looking around. We're too busy staring into one another's eyes. This is how we'd been throughout the whole wedding. No wonder we ended up here.His hazel eyes with little golden flecks are intoxicating. I could stare at them forever and discover something new. I think that's what Stefano is like. He seems a c
~~STEPHANO~~I don't know who the gorgeous bridesmaid is but I'm determined to find out. I didn't think there would be anyone fun at the wedding, I didn't hold out much hope but then she caught my eye. The moment she walked down the aisle I was captivated - enthralled by her curves in the lavender gown, her wavy brunette hair spilling down her back and her piercing green eyes too. As soon as I spotted her, I knew.She's mine for the night, no doubt about it. I'm going to claim her as soon as I can get her alone and make sure she's charmed into my bed and no one else's. Liam might have warned me to behave at his wedding but that doesn't mean I have to listen to him.Anyway, I can see now that he's had way too much to drink. At dinner, he was knocking back the champagne like there's no tomorrow so I don't think he's going to be too worried about me now. He hasn't taken his eyes off his new wife for even a second, so yeah... it's fine.Isla tosses her head back and laughs at something Li
~~Aria~~Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.That sounds so bitter! I can't believe I'm really allowing myself to mope while my best friend is getting ready for the most important day of her life so far. It's not that I'm unhappy about Isla, I was thrilled when she announced her engagement and proud to be chosen as her maid of honor. We've been close friends for as long as I can remember. She was there for me when my heart was broken for the first time, she helped me study when I struggled with a difficult professor, and I was even there when she met Liam, the man who went on to become the love of her life."Aria!" Isla cries out, shaking me from my thoughts."Coming!"It's been a busy few days, and now that the ceremony is minutes away, it's my job as the maid of honor to put out all those little fires so Isla can enjoy her special day. Drifting off and worrying about my own life isn't where my head should be.---"Oh my God, Isla, you look so beautiful." I gasp as Isla finally s
~~KNOX~~We landed in Italy and checked into our hotel. The car I had requested was parked in the driveway, looking sleek and nice in the afternoon sun. Florence sprawled before us, ancient and beautiful, a city I'd only ever seen in photographs my father kept in his study.I had carried Sera over the threshold of our home before we left, so for good measure, I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, and went inside the hotel suite. She squealed and laughed, pounding on my back until I finally set her down in the middle of the marble floor."You're impossible," she said, but she was smiling."You love it.""I do." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, soft and sweet. "I really do."The driver brought in our things and left after I tipped him. He was very excited about what I had given to him—enough to cover a month's wages. Sera raised an eyebrow at me but didn't say anything. She'd learned that in our world, gene
~~KNOX~~Bullets flew past me as I charged toward my uncle. I felt one graze my arm, another whiz past my ear, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Renzo had brought this war to my doorstep, to Sera's doorstep, and it ended now.I tackled him before he could get off another shot, and we crashed to the concrete floor. His gun skittered away, lost in the chaos. I pinned him down, my hands around his throat, and watched his face turn red, then purple."You... should have... killed me... when you had... the chance," he choked out."I'm correcting that mistake now."His eyes bulged, and for a moment, I saw fear there. Real fear. Good. He should be afraid. He'd threatened the only woman I'd ever loved.A shot rang out behind me, and I felt something slam into my side. The pain was immediate, white-hot, stealing my breath. I looked down and saw blood spreading across my shirt.Renzo used my distraction to throw me off, scrambling
CHAPTER 24: (Two weeks later)The scaffolding went up around the country house on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, the noise was constant—the shriek of saws, the thud of hammers, the shouted conversations of workmen that drifted through the open windows like a foreign language. Keira s
CHAPTER 23: The morning after the kiss, Keira woke with the taste of him still on her lips. She lay in bed, the pale Sunday light filtering through the blinds, and replayed it all—the restaurant, the alley, his hands in her hair, the low rasp of his voice saying, This is happening, isn’
CHAPTER 27: The first box Keira packed was her books. Not the ones for her dissertation—those were a separate, terrifying pile—but her real books. The ones with cracked spines and marginalia, the poetry collections she’d bought second-hand, the novels that felt like old friends. She wra
CHAPTER 22: (Saturday) The rain started just as Keira was deciding what to wear. A sudden, insistent downpour that rattled the windows and turned the streets into temporary rivers. She stood in front of her closet, holding up a dress, then putting it back. Too much.







