Aria froze at the doorway, her whole body shaking as her eyes locked on the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled the air, sharp and suffocating. Her throat went dry, her heartbeat loud in her ears.
The voice came again, soft but cold , "Miss me, darling?"
Her eyes darted to the corner of the room. There he was. Sebastian. Alive. Pale, bruised, but smiling like a ghost who'd found his way back from hell.
"Sebastian…" she whispered. Her legs trembled. "You're, you're dead."
He stepped out of the shadow, his hand still holding a gun slick with blood. "You always underestimated me, Aria. You and your little mafia lover."
"Where's Lorenzo?" she asked, her voice breaking.
Sebastian tilted his head toward the blood on the floor. "He got in the way."
Aria's scream tore through the room. She dropped to her knees, her fingers brushing the blood. It was warm. Too warm.
Then Lorenzo groaned from behind the bed.
