Ella followed Bart and Mary through the busy airport, all of them walking at a brisk pace and trying not to look directly at anyone. At least she didn’t have her heavy bags to worry about. Always thinking ahead, Bart had arranged for all of their checked baggage to be taken to a hotel near the airport so that they could get a rental car and head straight to Verona. With any luck, they’d be back at that hotel later that night--all four of them. Then, they’d be close to the airport so they could figure out what their next move was. They wouldn’t be able to stay in Italy long with Rome’s dad looking for him.

“This is the right building,” Bart said, finding a parking spot on the street. “But I have no idea how we’re going to figure out which apartment is Rome’s or how we’ll get to him.”Ella got out of the car, only half listening to him. She was feeling out with her heart, trying to find her other half. Something was wrong; she could feel it in her blood. With every beat of her heart, anxiety pulsed through her veins, into her limbs, seeming to pool in her stomach which was tight with worry.

The car sped along the roadway, putting more and more distance between themselves and Rome’s parents. Ella was paying little attention, though. She couldn’t keep her hands, or her mouth, off of Rome.Her wig was on the floor, but with the dark tinting on the windows, she thought it would be fine, until they reached the hotel and she had to get out. Rome brushed his fingers through her hair and rubbed her cheek. “How did you fake your death?” he asked her.

One night. That’s all they’d had together. After being torn apart by their parents, Ella faking her own death, and Rome being drugged and taken overseas against his will, they’d spent one night together in a hotel in Italy before having to face the realization that they were still on the run, that Rome’s father was certain to have his men after them, and there was nothing they could do to guarantee their safety except for run as fast as they could and try to get lost in the nameless, faceless world Rome had never been a part of.The morning lig

The airport was crowded, and Bart couldn’t walk two steps without looking over his shoulder, afraid he was about to be snatched from the thoroughfare and carted away somewhere by giant thugs who were about to beat his ass.He had on a disguise that should’ve made him unrecognizable to anyone who’d followed him from the hotel, but he’d have to take it off before he went through security so that he would match the picture on his passport at least a little better than he did now. He’d gotten in the car looking like Rome and gotten out with r