Page 57 of Sandro

“Yeah, so that upset him.”

“That wasn’t my intent,” Mazzi said.

“I know that. You know that. And I’m sure Abel realizes that. But will Marcello?”

Mazzi groaned. “I’m going to go get Tulio and pop back to Florence.”

“How is the search going? Anything new? You haven’t really said much about any of it.”

Mazzi shrugged. “There isn’t a whole lot to say. The council sent an entire team. I know of the warlock on the team. He’s not from my birth coven, but he’s from basically the warlock coven in Spain. He’s super nice though. His One is also a warlock, and he’s from Venice, I guess. But There’s also a gargoyle, a lion shifter, and a fae. I think they’re actually getting close to finding Franco and Pietro.”

The breeze picked up again, but this time, it didn’t let up. I sighed and got up from the lounger. It was comfortable, but with my stomach as large as it was, I struggled at times to get up off low things. We hurried back into the villa, and just as we made it to the terrazza, it started raining.

I sighed once inside, and I grinned at Mazzi. “Have fun in Florence. I hope they find them. I still can’t believe they or someone in the pride told my grandfather where I am. But I really shouldn’t be surprised. It’s definitely something they would do.”

“I’m sorry, Leo. I know the desire to leave here and venture out into town can be a lot at times, but soon enough, you’ll be able to.”

I looked down at my rounded stomach. Gone were my legs and feet. They were still there, of course, but all I saw was pregnant belly.

“I’m not upset about not leaving the villa,” I said. “I’ve rearranged the baby’s space probably half a dozen times now, and I’ll probably do it again before he arrives.”

Mazzi grinned. “If you need any help, let me know. I get bored in the hotel with Tulio while the guys are out following leads.”

“Florence is a big city,” I said. “Not as large as Rome, but still big. Too bad they can’t use something of Franco’s to find his aura or something,” I said absently.

“What did you just say?” Mazzi asked.

“About what? Florence? Or Alpha Franco?”

“Franco. That was…I have to go,” Mazzi said, suddenly in a hurry. He disappeared in a blink, something that wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary for Mazzi. Or Rio, really. They were warlocks, and they had the ability to do that.

I shrugged and went to find my mate. He was here somewhere. “Sandro?”

“I am in the office with Rio and Andrew.”

Oh. Well, never mind about that, then. “All right. I won’t interrupt. I’ll just go to our suite and find something to do.”

“I thought you were with Mazzi and Abel?”

“Mazzi has gone back to Naldo in Florence, and Abel is with Marcello somewhere. I’ll be in our suite, organizing the baby’s things.”

I started that way, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard one of the babies crying down the hallway that had both Marcello’s and Master Vincent’s offices. I peeked down the hallway at the same time Master Vincent’s head poked out of his office door.

“Ah. Leo. I could use your input,” he said and then disappeared. I wanted to kick myself for peeking down the hallway because of the crying baby. He or she was with both of their parents and possibly the nanny, even. They didn’t need my help. But because of my natural instinct to soothe a crying child, the coven master caught me.

I slowly made my way down the hallway, and when I was in front of Marcello’s almost closed door, I heard Abel and Marcello talking. The baby was no longer fussing, so that was a positive thing. I took the final few steps toward Master Vincent’s office and knocked on the doorframe.

“You wanted to see me, Master?” I didn’t know exactly what input I could contribute, but if he had a question for me, I was going to try and answer. I had nothing against the coven master. I thought he was amazing. He’d accepted me into the coven without any hesitation, and he’d been nothing but kind to me since.

“Yes. Please sit down. I wanted someone’s input, and yours is perfect as you are mated and are about to have a baby.”

“Umm…okay. I don’t know what I can do to help, but I’ll try.”

Master Vincent smiled again, and then he spun his laptop around to show me whatever it was he’d been working on.

“I’d like your input on these new apartments.”

I glanced at the laptop but quickly looked up at Master Vincent. “New apartments? What are they for?”