The Devil Wears My Name

Leandro’s POV

“He’s here,” Dante said. “Your brother. At Ros’Notte. Demanding to see you.”

That word.

Brother.

It made my skin crawl.

Sofia turned to me, her expression wide with disbelief. “You have a brother?”

I didn’t look at her right away. My voice came out distant, clipped. “Yes.”

She b...