Chapter 107 We Have A Name

• The morning sunlight streaked in through the shutters, but Adriano barely noticed. He stood at the cliff's edge, the wind tousling his hair. The waves crashing against the rocks below matched the turbulence within him. The island, so breathtaking and serene to most, suffocated him. All he could think was that Serena was out there, somewhere, possibly in pain or possibly already...
• No. He could not go there. He wouldn't.
• He revved the engine of his Ducati and took off along the winding roads of Santorini, the roar of the engine drowning out the ugly thoughts clawing at his sanity. The morning air was sharp, biting into his skin, but he barely noticed-or maybe he just ignored it. His hands turned whiter as he tightened his grip on the handlebars.