Alessio POV
He stood on the rocks, watching the sun beginning to creep up over the horizon. Brilliant rays and hues of red and orange cascaded across the sky. Anger coursed through him. His blood was boiling. How did they not realize that she was pregnant before now? This changed everything. His whole plan was shot to shit now.
The witch would be here at any moment. He needed her to take care of the problem, one way or another. He turned on his heel and headed towards the pier. He stood at the edge, watching the waves crashing against each other in the distance as the storm raged around them.
The storm he felt inside of him, tearing him apart like he was a rickety wooden boat trying to weather a hurricane. On one side, it was calm, peaceful, bright. The other side was hell on earth. A storm that raged on for miles and miles with torrential rainfall that just left you cold and wet.
