The Lost Sister (The Lost Sister Series Book 1-3)
That night, I wandered the halls, listening to the hush of mourning, the distant click of guns, the shuffling of feet.
Jonathan sat in the study, staring at an old photograph of him and Rocco as children. Stavros and my father spoke quietly in the kitchen, voices low and trembling. Andros found me on the balcony, took my hand, and together we watched the city lights flicker in the distance—each one a reminder that life, though fragile, endures. In our world, loss is a familiar companion, but this wound was deeper than most. We vowed revenge for Rocco, a promise muttered in the candlelit darkness and solidified by grim determination. The men gathered in the basement, planning, mourning, swear