Luca's POV
Stress grips at my temples. I not only have to worry about the officials that keep popping up dead, but now I also worry about my daughter and the entrapment she has been drawn into. A soft touch took me from my thoughts and to my wife. "Dinner will be ready soon", she whispered, the fret in her eyes could not help but to shine bright towards me. She has always been unable to hide her true feelings from me.
I nodded, as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap. "What are we going to do with her?", I muttered, referring to our daughter. "Teach her to the best of our abilities and pray that she understands with time", Mara answered me. I sighed as I trailed my finger down her cheek. "Ma will be upset if we are late to dinner", she uttered, walking her finger
