“Sei un pezzo di merda, Dante.” Yeah, maybe I am a piece of shit, but the hint of a smile curls my brother’s lip, and for a blessed instant, I’m relieved. He’ll forgive me for this, just like he’s forgiven me for all my sins. “You didn’t have to drug us, you imbecile.” “Um, yeah, he probably did.” Stella grins at her fiancé and wraps her slender arm around his waist. Somehow, they keep each other upright. “No way you’d be going this easily if it wasn’t for the sedatives.” A loopy smile parts my brother’s lips. “Perhaps.”
