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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN
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2025-05-24 08:00:45matteo's POV
The ride back to the estate was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that comforted you but the kind that slithered into your chest, making it hard to breathe. Luca sat beside me, his jaw clenched, staring out the window like he was watching the world burn. Eli… Eli sat across from us, hands clasped in his lap, face unreadable. No one spoke. Not even when we pulled through the gates and the guards gave us the usual nods. Not when the car stopped outside the front doors. Eli was the first to move. “I’m going to my room,” he said quietly, without looking at either of us. Luca turned his head slightly, but said nothing. I watched him walk away, each step heavier than the last until he disappeared around the corner. Then I stood and nodded at one of the guards to follow him just in case. Luca finally looked at me. “You’re going to spy on him now?”
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