“Aurora, these are my two other nephews, Raphael and Gabriel,” Alberto says without looking up at me. Through weary eyes, I turn to regard them. I’m in no mood for pleasantries. Max was right, and I recognize Raphael because he hangs around with Tor and the Hollow brothers. He has the same glittering, green eyes and silky, black hair as his brother, but he looks like he’s been put under immense pressure and came out the other side a shiny, diamond version of Angelo.
