Chapter Two Hundred
Malachi's POV
A week passed.
Seven days of peace. Of waking up next to Alicia. Of watching her relax in ways I'd never seen before.
The Moretti estate had become home. Not just for her and Sophie. For me too.
I'd set up a temporary office in one of the spare rooms. Handled family business remotely. Maurice sent daily updates. Pa's trial was progressing. The evidence Emily had released was doing its job. The old guard was falling.
And I was here. In Italy. Building something new.
"You look happy," Alessandro said one morning. We were having coffee on the terrace.
"I am."
"Domesticity suits you. I didn't expect that."
"Neither did I."
"What happens when you have to go back? When Dark City calls?"
"I go back when Alicia's ready. Not before."
"And if she's never ready?"
I'd thought about that. About the possibility that she might choose to stay here permanently. That our child might grow up Italian instead of American.
