He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 41
Wind whispered through the reeds.
Dante walked over and straightened my collar where the wind had flipped it up.
“Finished?”
“We’re done.”
On the drive back, I fell asleep in the passenger seat.
In my dream, I was ten again. The river water was murky, the waves crashing over me. I swallowed water, sinking deeper.
A hand reached down through the surface. There was an unhealed cut in the web between the thumb and forefinger. It gripped my wrist and yanked me out of the water.
I woke with a start.
The van was already stopped outside the hospital.
Several unmarked black cars were parked at the entrance. Moretti family men had cordoned off a clear space.