I stare at him, shocked, and Luca just grins at me. "Do you do you speak Itablio?" I ask.

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“I mean, just a little," he says with a shrug as his family moves eagerly around us, setting out food and drinks, turning on music.

"Of course he speaks Itablio, it's his native tongue!" his mother says, laughing and coming to press a fizzy orange drink into my hand.

"It is?" I gasp, still staring at Luca. He just laughs and looks away, maybe a little bashful.

says suddenly, pulling my attention back to

baffled but bursting into

repeats, looking around the room

mom laughs and slips an arm around her mother's shoulder, grinning and speaking quietly to her in their language. I

room, and I turn to see a picture of my mom on the wall, looking saintly and smiling beatifically, holding a little baby Rafe in her arms, their cheeks pressed together. A candle burns beneath the painting, and it's clear that it's

drops open

that it's just the Princess today, and not her

letting her wrap me up in her arms too. "I always prayed he had a mate," Luca's mom whispers to me,

a little, and cups my cheek in her palm, her

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