Chapter 43 – The Stitches Of Love
- “Don’t move, Love.”
- Luciano’s voice was a rasping whisper as Alina knelt beside him on the narrow cot. The low lamp cast trembling shadows across the small safehouse bedroom. Beneath the sheets, Luciano’s arm lay exposed—blood seeping from a jagged wound in his shoulder.
- Alina swallowed, steadying her breath. “Just a little closer,” she murmured. “I need better access.”