Arabella's POV

We arrived at the council meeting place. It was situated in the middle of acres of council-owned vineyard fields somewhere in Sicily. The place looked like a private mansion of some crazy rich don. It was large, sprawling and completely white with sculptures and columns that recalled anything I had ever seen before.

Alpha Luciano and I dismounted from the car and Zazathe driver turned the car around to go drop it off at the parking lot. Wherever that was. I couldn't see any cars from where I stood. A staff dressed in a suit featured for us to follow him and we did.

Alpha Luciano's arm went...