I didn't think about it. I just wrapped my arms around him.
We stayed like that for a while , two people holding each other up in the cold, in the dark, for reasons that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with survival. It was something older than that. Something that ran bone-deep. When Vito finally pulled back, his face had already closed off again, that familiar calm settling over his features like a mask sliding into place.
"Come on," he said quietly. "Let's get you something to eat."
He'd brought me food over the years , snacks, warm meals, things he'd clearly gone out of his way for. But by the time anything reached the island, it always arrived a little wrong. A little cold. A little less than it was meant to be. I pressed a hand to my chest absently. There was a faint ache there, dull and distant, like an echo of everything I'd just felt watching Elena walk away.
"What's wrong?" Vito looked at me, a slight crease between his brows.
