Chapter 82 Born Of Fire

• Born of Fire
• The moon cast a pale silver glow over the quiet country road as Giovanni drove like a man possessed, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping Lily’s trembling fingers. Her breaths were ragged, uneven. Sweat glistened on her forehead despite the cool night air, and her other hand clutched her belly as if sheer force of will could keep their son inside.
• “Almost there,” he murmured, voice tight. “Stay with me, Lily. Just a little longer.”