Adelina, stop.”It is Magiano. Magiano. Stop. The name is a small light, but it is there, and I cling to it in the maelstrom around me. I falter as he reaches me and pulls me into a rough embrace.“He didn’t kill her,” Magiano is whispering. “Stop. Stop.” His hand cradles the back of my head.

As the sun starts to rise, I watch as Raffaele bends over Enzo’s body, the two of us mourning the prince we both loved.