Chapter 35 The Mafia War

• Sophia’s POV
• The storm broke on a night that had started almost gentle.
• The air smelled of impending rain as I stood on the balcony, the city glittering like a jar of spilled stars. Dominic had left earlier with Conrad and Vincent to “settle something,” his expression unreadable. I’d kissed his cheek before he went, still awkward, but easier than it used to be and I told myself he’d be back before midnight.