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"Mykaela?"
"Yes." I tried not to scowl as I looked at him. It seemed he wasn't done interrogating me.
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◇ 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."
× WARNING! × × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS×× READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ×◇ KEL◇A drawn out sile
× WARNING! × × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS × × READ AT YOUR OWN RISK×◇ KEL
× WARNING! × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS × READ AT YOUR OWN RISK×
◇ 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