DeliaThe dining room was too quiet. The only sound was the clink of silver against china and the soft, rhythmic crackle of the fireplace. The vastness of the villa, which had once seemed like a dream of Italian luxury, now felt like a gilded cage.I looked at the empty chairs where Shawn and Carrie should have been sitting. Usually, the room would be filled with Shawn’s loud laughter as he struggled with his Italian pronunciation, or Carrie’s sharp-witted commentary on the wine. Their absence was like a cold, biting draft in the room, making the hair on my arms stand up."Leandro?" I asked, my voice trembling just a little, barely a whisper in the cavernous space. "Where are my friends? I thought we were all having dinner together."Leandro didn't even look up from his wine at first. He swirled the dark red liquid, watching it coat the glass like thick velvet, the candlelight catching the deep ruby hue."I sent them to the village with some of my men, Cara Mia," he said finally,
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