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I pushed the covers back and moved over. Luca lay down beside me, his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat thudding beneath me. He curled his hand around mine.
‘Sleep,’ he said. He pulled the covers over us, and pressed his lips against my hair. ‘I’ll be here.’
I drifted into the blackness, into oblivion, as exhaustion swept over me like a wave.
Hours dragged by, when evening turned to night, and slowly, dawn crept in, flashing streaks of orange and pink across the sky.
When I woke up, Luca was gone, and I was alone again.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOURBY THE SWORD
‘Have you packed yet?’ Dom was staring quizzically at me in the hallway. ‘Also, why does your hair look like a bird’s nest?’
I ran my fingers through it and felt the tangle. ‘I just woke up,’ I said defensively. ‘What do you care, anyway?’
Dom whistled under his breath. ‘Wow, killing really doesn’t agree with you, Sophie.’
It was only then that I noticed the duffel bag in his hand. ‘What’s going on?’
‘You obviously haven’t checked your phone,’ he surmised. ‘We’re moving to a safe house. The police are looking into the Marino murders and Luca wants us to lie low. Donata’s still at large, so we could be in danger…’ He trailed off, his brows lifting, the silver scar stretching to white.
‘What?’
He shrugged. ‘I suppose it seems kind of inappropriate to stay in this house… you know, what with you having shot its owner.’
I crossed my arms over my chest and held his stare. ‘He was going to kill Luca.’
‘I know,’ said Dom. ‘We had a debriefing.’
‘There wasn’t any other option,’ I added, feeling like I had to defend myself, feeling like no matter what I said, it wouldn’t wash the guilt from my hands.
Dom laid a hand on my shoulder and I faltered with surprise. ‘You did the right thing, Sophie. We all know that.’
I clamped my mouth shut. I was afraid of what I would say next – of all the things still unsaid between us in that moment – Jack, my father… ‘So, we’re going into hiding?’
‘Until New Year’s Eve.’ A glint had returned to Dom’s eyes. ‘Donata’s expected at the mayor’s yacht party for the count-down. If she shows up, we’re going to take her head.’
I swallowed back my revulsion. ‘Another coup.’
‘We keep pressing forward,’ said Dom, confidently. ‘When you have the advantage, you run with it. We’ve almost won.’
‘What a great feeling.’ My voice was entirely hollow.
‘You’ll get used to it, Sophie. Although,’ said Dom, gesturing at my face, ‘a word of advice? You look like you’ve been dragged through a bush backwards, so I would suggest you spruce yourself up a little before we move out.’ He twirled his finger around in the air, gesturing at my scowling face. ‘Give us something pretty to look at.’
I swatted his hand away. ‘Once a dick, always a dick, eh, Dom?’ I stalked past him, making a beeline for the bathroom,my thoughts kicking into gear and whirring at a million miles a minute. Where were we going? And why had no one told me? There were no texts on my phone.
I got dressed and packed up all my things like Dom had told me to. I didn’t have that much anyway, just one suitcase and a backpack. It was the day after Christmas, and I had never felt less cheerful. I still hadn’t come face-to-face withhimyet. And I would have to, because he was in this house, too, and wherever we were going now, we were going together.
I dragged my suitcase out into the upstairs hallway, pausing to take a breath. I hadn’t eaten in twenty-four hours and even though I felt more nauseous than hungry, my body was feeling the lack of nutrients.
When I straightened up again, Nic was hovering at the top of the staircase. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he was leaning just a little on his right leg. His hair was coiffed and gelled in dark waves, and his eyes were bright. He looked incredible. Totally and utterly unaffected.
I wanted to claw his eyes out.
I reined my temper in, swallowed the threat of tears, and stood across from him with my chin raised.
He nodded at my suitcase. ‘Do you need a hand with that?’
