Enzo

Sera had fallen asleep by the time I got the text that Tristan had returned.

After I snuck into the bathroom and showered off the remainder of the blood, I put my sweats back on and added a T-shirt, then made my way down to Luca’s office.

Tris was sitting on the couch with Luigi’s phone in front of him, fingers typing away on the laptop he’d brought with him. His tie was lying beside him on the cushion and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone.

“Any progress?” I asked him.

“Getting there,” he said.

Luca was standing over by the table where he kept his...