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"Did you like the food?"
"Yeah." I got up from my seat and put on a smile. "Thank you for dinner."
"Sure. You need to go home now?"
"Uh...no. Not really," I replied to the guy standing next to me. The question surprised me as we walked side by side back to the hotel lobby.
It was almost empty, save for the receptionists and the poker-faced security personnel guarding the front entrance. Like the
◇ KEL ◇"Mykaela?" "Yes." I tried not to scowl as I looked at him. It seemed he wasn't done interrogating me."Any idea who this is?" Leandro gave me a grin that lifted the corner of his dark beard."Niccolo's uncle. His godfather, he said."
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◇ KEL◇The remote island of San Pietro surpassed my imagination.Situated along the northeastern coast and facing the Italian peninsula, the island boasted deep cerulean waters and white sand beachfronts that rivaled the tropics' best.In the distance, private yachts passed by as we stepped off the private jet.
◇ KEL ◇"Mykaela?"Light pats on my arm. Gentle shaking. Careful strokes on my head."Kel, wake up.""Lasciala riposare.""Perché vuole andare lá?"Enzo's voice.Wait. Am I still dreaming?Dazed from the last seconds of my much-needed nap, I lay my head still on a layer of clothes keeping my face warm and fuzzy. The