The room tilted as I stared at the photo on Luca’s phone.

Sophia. My best friend. My sister in all but blood.

Tied to a chair. Duct tape over her mouth. Fear wide in her eyes. And behind her, Elio. Calm. Smiling.

“One Rosetti for one Valenti. Let’s trade.”

I didn’t even realize I was screaming until Luca pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly as I shook. My pulse thundered in my ears. I wanted to rip my father apart with my bare hands.

“He wants you,” Luca said, voice flat and dangerous. “He took her to draw you out.”

“Then I’ll go,” I choked out.

“No. Not...