Morning came with a quiet I didn't trust.
The sun crept over the hills, burning through the mist that cloaked the villa, and for a brief moment, it almost looked peaceful. But I knew better. Peace was the kind of illusion that cracked the second you blinked.
I stood by the window, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, going over the messages Tomas had sent. Everything was in motion.
The vineyard in Palermo was secured. Luca's men were already in position. The invitations had been delivered to Ricardo's circle.
The trap was set.
All that was left was to walk right into it. I glanced at the small luggage placed next to me on the couch. My flight was in a few hours. But the hangar was quite a distance from our hideout so I had to leave early enough.
"Jace, are you going on a trip?"
Mira's voice came softly from behind me, still thick with sleep.
