For as long as I could remember, Saverio Macchiavello had been a part of my life.He was the son of the Machiavellian King of New York, and I was considered Italian royalty - a princess in the infamous Fausti family. Our families had been friends since before I was born.A connection existed between us that wasn't normal. It was the strongest thing I'd ever felt. It tethered me to him whether I wanted it to or not. One of us couldn't seem to exist without the other. It was the same sort of epic love my parents had.I was terrified of it. Because being a part of the Fausti famiglia meant danger always lurked in the shadows. And as a top soldier for my family, and my personal bodyguard, Saverio would die to see me safe.And someone wanted me dead.