Say My Name

Sera

It was one thing to watch a betrayal, but to experience it firsthand was another. The lasting impact on the heart and a syndicate’s hierarchy was hard to watch.

But there was no room for faltering emotion in this world.

Killian and Tommaso allowed themselves to grieve Francesco as his covered body sank under the surface. In the car back to the manor, it was just as quiet as the ride to the river. Tension was palpable as the pair lost themselves in thought, likely considering how to move pieces around to ensure the Ricci name stayed strong and unyielding. The death of an upper-ranking soldier could be seen as a weak spot to the other families.

When we pulled into the garage, Killian got out first and offered a hand to help me out of the car. I met his eyes and knew in an instant that, somehow, he was over it. He’d moved on. No more grief—no use for it.

I glanced at Tommaso and found the same thing.

We went inside, kicking off our muddy boots, and Killian slipped his hand out of mi