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Chapter fifty-one: The Space That Burns
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BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter Fifty-One: A Heart at War
Damian’s POV The house still hadn’t learned to sleep. Even in the silence before dawn, it breathed — the faint creak of timber, the soft groan of pipes, the distant hum of security systems that watched when men couldn’t. Damian sat in his study with the curtains drawn and a cooling cup of espresso untouched beside him. The fire had burned low, an orange heart flickering weakly inside its glass cage. He’d been there for hours, pretending to read reports he already knew by memory. The words blurred into nothing — figures, routes, names — all of it dissolving beneath the image that refused to leave him. Isabella, standing before him in that quiet defiance of hers. The way she’d looked at him lately: no longer afraid, but something worse. Understanding. He rubbed a hand across his jaw, exhaling slowly. Control — the one thing he’d never lost, not once. It had been his law, his armor, his god. But the longer she stayed, the more cracks he found in that discipline. She moved thro
BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter fifty-one: The Space That Burns
By dawn, the fog still hadn’t lifted. The city stretched out gray and endless beyond the river, a pulse of muted light beneath the clouds. The docks lay quiet, stripped of the night’s chaos, but the echo of what they’d found lingered like smoke that wouldn’t clear. Damian hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even tried. He stood by the tall windows of his study, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the faint light of morning spilling across the desk littered with maps, photos, and reports. The mark from the shipping container — those two crude, overlapping circles — was drawn again on the page in front of him, darker this time, traced over and over until the paper nearly tore. Marco entered, phone in hand, his expression grave. “Update from Luca. He traced the last known activity tied to that symbol — a warehouse on the east river, registered under a dummy account linked to Valente’s old logistics network.” Damian didn’t look up. “Valente’s been dead for years.” “Someone’s resurrecting his
BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter Fifty: The Search Begins
Damian's POV Rain streaked the windows as the car tore through midtown traffic, the city a blur of light and wet glass. Marco drove in silence, the wipers beating a steady rhythm. In the back seat, Isabella sat beside me, her hands tight in her lap. She had been quiet since the call, but now her voice broke through the hum of the engine. “Damian… please. We have to find her.” Her tone was steady, but her eyes betrayed her—wide, bright with fear. I had seen that look in hundreds of faces before, but never hers. It unsettled me more than it should have. “We will,” I said. “Marco’s already tracing her last movements.” “That’s not enough.” She turned toward me, desperation edging her composure. “You have people—connections. Use them.” I studied her profile in the passing neon. “You don’t have to remind me what resources I have.” “I’m not reminding you,” she whispered. “I’m begging you.” The words lodged somewhere deep in my chest. Begging. No one begged me anymore. They o
BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter Forty-Nine:When the Quiet Cracks
Isabella's POV The night after their almost-peace was too still. The mansion slept, but Isabella couldn’t. Moonlight stretched pale across the marble floors, slipping through the long curtains and painting her room in ribbons of silver. The bracelet Damian had given her lay on the vanity, glimmering faintly — a chain that both comforted and confined. She turned it over in her hands, her reflection caught in the mirror: bare shoulders, hair spilling loose, eyes wide with a quiet ache that felt too much like longing. How easily he had changed the rhythm of her days. How easily she had let him. Down the hall, the faint creak of a door reached her — his study. Always the study. Always the room where he hid his darkness and sharpened his control. Her fingers froze around the bracelet. Some part of her still wanted to believe that the soft-spoken man at breakfast was real. Another part — the colder one — knew better. She rose from her chair. The air outside her room was col
BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter Forty-Eight:The Shape of Tenderness
Isabella’s POV The world outside the mansion blurred beneath a grey drizzle, the kind that didn’t fall hard but soaked everything slowly. A fog clung to the gardens, wrapping the roses in pale ghosts. I sat by the window, tracing the droplets as they streaked down the glass, listening to the muffled hum of the city far below. The morning had passed quietly—too quietly. For days Damian had been… different. Softer. Measured. The same man, but moving as though something inside him had been carefully rewired. When the door opened, I didn’t need to turn to know it was him. The air itself seemed to shift with his presence. “You’re awake early,” he said, his voice low, almost gentle. I smiled faintly at the glass. “I couldn’t sleep.” He came to stand beside me, hands in his pockets. His reflection met mine in the window—two silhouettes blurred by the rain. “I’ve noticed that,” he said. “You’ve been restless lately.” “Perhaps because I’ve been thinking.” “About what?” I he
BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter Forty-Seven: The Gift Of Silence
The car slipped through the city like a shadow. Morning light poured between towers of glass, flashing across the windshield in bursts of gold. Isabella sat turned slightly toward the window, watching a world she hadn’t touched in months glide past. People moved freely out there—couples laughing, a boy running for a bus, a woman balancing coffee cups in both hands. It was ordinary, forgettable, beautiful. Damian said nothing. His gaze stayed on the traffic ahead, his hand resting loosely on the steering wheel. The reflection of the city flitted across his face, fragments of light and color that never seemed to touch him. After a while, Isabella found her voice. “It looks smaller than I remember.” He glanced at her. “The city?” She nodded. “When you’re kept away from it long enough, you start imagining it’s something larger than life. But it’s just… people.” “People,” he repeated quietly. “They’re easier to control when you stop seeing them as more than that.” She looke
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