Chapter 30: Wounds and Words (Luca Moretti POV)

Nico’s sprawled on the cot in the safehouse, his shirt off, the knife wound on his side oozing blood, staining the mattress. I’m threading a needle with fishing line from a tackle box, my hands steady despite the hum of that ballad in my throat, soft and uneven. My knife’s on the table, close eno...