The city of Palermo trembled under the weight of an invisible storm. Elena stood on the villa’s balcony, staring at the skyline where smoke still curled from last night’s skirmishes. Every alley, every street corner, every shadowed rooftop felt alive — and dangerous. She could feel the Shadow’s presence, not just in the city, but in the heartbeat of every man and woman who whispered his name.

Enzo appeared behind her, silent as always. His hand brushed hers, grounding her in the storm. “You feel it too,” he murmured.

She nodded, voice low. “He’s planning something bigger. Something final. And it’s going to hit us where it hurts most.”

Enzo’s...