CHAPTER 265
KATYA POV
(Romeo pov at the end )
—six months—
"Katya—Katya—KATYA!"
The whisper-shout sliced through the quiet night like a crime in progress, sharp and urgent and entirely Chiara.
I froze mid-step, heart leaping straight into my throat as the rest of her threat followed in a furious hiss.
"Katya, if you don't hurry up, I'm leaving you, and if you get lost, I'm telling Nonna you ran away with a fisherman!"
Panic jolted me into motion.
I burst out of the side door before I could think better of it, my bare feet skimming over the cool stone path as I hurried toward the familiar black car idling just beyond the gates.
The night air brushed against my skin, carrying the faint scent of the garden and the distant hush of the sea.
Chiara leaned halfway out of the driver's window, hair already half-destroyed by the wind, curls escaping their pins like they were staging a rebellion of their own.
