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Sixteen

The name still echoed in her mind.

Sofia De Luca.

Elena didn’t sleep. Couldn’t.

She sat curled up on the edge of the bed in that ridiculous silk robe, phone clenched in her hand, staring at the photo she took from Dante’s office.

The woman in the picture was elegant. Dark-haired. Sharp-boned. Re...