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October 14 - October 28, 2025
“I am glad for you and Raffa both. For myself too. I do not like many people, and when I find a decent one, I like to keep them.”
“Guinevere, how can this violent series of unfortunate events have brought you anything close to peace?”
“And the pros outweigh the laundry list of cons?” he asked with a wry smirk. “Raffa alone would tip the scales,” I admitted.
“I never knew, all those hours we spent playing math and pattern-recognition games, that I was preparing you for a life of crime . . .
“It seems the Pietra girls have the ability to corrupt good men from their true path.”
“You can’t say you wouldn’t have done the same for Guinevere,” Leo was saying. “I would have,” Raffa agreed instantly. “But I would have fucking told you.”
“It is fate that I am here,” E. M. Forster once said, “but you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”
Clearly, I had underestimated the lengths the man would go to for his family.
Nor was he particularly welcome in Guinevere’s, though she tried to be cordial for Gemma’s sake.
“This is a surprise from someone who once threatened to cut out his daughter for merely visiting the country. You are now willing to stay and dirty your hands once more? Why?”
Any man with a heart like ours would burn down the world for the woman he loved, consequences be damned.
Guinevere would never ride a damn train again as far as I was concerned.
“He colluded to kill my soon-to-be wife. If he had not had the good luck to earn the love of a Stone woman, he would be in the ground with the worms.”
“You think he is good enough for her?” I asked, successfully keeping the scoff from my tone. John’s grin was sharklike. “No more than you are for Guinevere.
Unfortunately, they did not put it to a vote before they went and lost their hearts to made men.” “Thank God for that,” I said dryly, and was surprised when John chuckled.
I have no doubt you live for her and you would die for her. A father would be greedy to ask for more.”
“Good. Raffa is about to marry a woman who is entirely too good for him, and we must have a toast to his good luck.”
When Guinevere asked if they were finally dating, Martina had tried to prevaricate, but Renzo had leaned over to kiss her silent at the dinner table.
I might have argued, but Guinevere was the best, so instead I raised my glass to my best friends and my future father-in-law and said, “To family, old and new.”
La mia stella cadente. La mia cerbiatta e la mia cacciatrice. My Vera.
“What kind of happily ever after does a King Below warrant?”
“A dark ever after with his huntress by his side.”
