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CHAPTER EIGHT (MATTEO'S POV)

Penulis: Abby Gale
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-15 00:33:31

The night's air was filled with the smell of rain and gunpowder. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows of the mansion.

Something seemed different tonight. The air seemed charged, dark and twisted. It was coming from Luca. Ever since we got back from the warehouse, I noticed something different in the way he looked at Eli.

I exhaled slowly, swirling the whiskey in my glass, watching as the amber liquid glowed under the dim light of the chandelier up above. The ice clinked softly against the glass, but it did nothing to cool the lessen curiosity burning beneath my skin.

Luca had been gone for a while.

Too long.

I leaned back against the bar, rolling my shoulders back, forcing myself to remain still as all I wanted to do was run upstairs and see what was going on.

A moment later, the door creaked up, breaking the silence. I didn't turn— I didn't need to. I knew it was him due to the way the air shifted.

He always carried a dangerous aura that filled rooms when he walked it.

I to
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