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Bound to the Devil I Wed chapter 45
The next morning, Luca was impossible.Not absent.That would have been easier.He was present.Completely.At breakfast. In the corridor. In the west hall while speaking to two of his men. At lunch, where he sat at the head of the smaller table and discussed shipments as if he had not kissed her breathless against a chair twelve hours earlier.He didn't look away from her.He also did not speak of it.Elena hated him for that a little.Possibly more because she admired it.Adriana noticed something by midmorning. Of course she did. She noticed the way Elena went too still when Luca entered a room. The way Luca's gaze found Elena before anyone else and then moved on too carefully. The way silence between them had turned dense enough to be visible if one looked directly at it.But if Adriana knew, she said nothing.Camilla, however, noticed the atmosphere without understanding its cause, which made her brittle all day.By afternoon, Elena had escaped to the greenhouse for air.The work
Bound to the Devil I Wed chapter 44
There it was again. Mine. Not gentle. Never gentle. But no less powerful for that. Elena's mouth went dry. She should have looked away. She didn't. And because she didn't, the room changed. Not all at once. Just enough. A shift in the silence. A sharpening of his gaze. The slow, dangerous awareness of standing too close to something that could ruin her if she leaned even a little further. Luca took one step toward her. Then stopped. The distance between them was still respectable. Safe, if either of them truly wanted safety. His voice dropped another fraction. "Does that frighten you?" Elena could have lied. She almost did. Instead she answered with the truth that had been stalking her for days. "Not as much as it should." Something flashed in his eyes. Not triumph. Something darker. Hunger restrained so hard it was beginning to look like pain. Elena's breath caught. The silence deepened again. Then Luca lifted one hand and, very slowly, tucked a loose strand
Bound to the Devil I Wed chapter 43
That night, Luca came to her rooms long after midnight smelling of cold air, smoke, and the faint metallic trace of blood. Elena was awake. Not because she meant to be. Because sleep had never come properly after the courtyard. She had changed into a cream nightgown and sat in the small sitting room beside the dying fire with a book open on her lap and no memory at all of what she'd read. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the kneeling man again. Heard Luca's voice asking who had ordered the shot on his wife. My wife. The words had lodged somewhere under her ribs and refused to move. When the knock came, soft and unexpected, her heart jumped once before settling into a harder rhythm. She opened the door herself. Luca stood there alone. His coat was unbuttoned, dark hair slightly disordered, his expression carved into that familiar unreadable severity. But tonight there was something else too. Not just fatigue. A tension that seemed wound tighter than usual under the skin
Bound to the Devil I Wed chapter 42
But the next morning, Tomas arrived at the greenhouse with six trays of white lily bulbs and said only, "Orders." Elena said nothing. She only touched one of the bulbs with her fingertip and felt something warm and painful unfold inside her chest. He had listened. He always listened. He simply preferred pretending he didn't. By the end of that week, the greenhouse had begun to change. Broken panes were replaced. Vines were trimmed back rather than stripped entirely. The eastern corner became hers, a place for climbing jasmine, old stone benches, and a reading chair once everything was clean enough to allow one inside. Workers moved around her with respectful quiet. Guards remained outside, always outside, because Luca had apparently decided there were still ways to watch over her without making the act unbearable. And slowly, dangerously, the house began to notice a shift in her too. She laughed once with Tomas when he told her a story about Luca as a furious child pulling up
Bound to the Devil I Wed chapter 41
The greenhouse became Elena's project in the way a wounded thing sometimes became a shelter, unexpectedly, then all at once. At first, she told herself it was only something to do. A ruined glasshouse on the north side of the estate, half-swallowed by ivy and years of neglect, should not have mattered much to her. It was only stone and cracked panes and ironwork gone soft with rust. But it had been handed to her in the only language Luca seemed to trust: action instead of apology, provision instead of explanation. So she went. The first morning, Marta escorted her through the north gardens with two guards trailing at a distance she tried not to resent. The greenhouse stood beyond a row of old cypress and a dry fountain, hidden enough that Elena understood why the disrepair had been allowed to deepen. It had once been beautiful. There was no mistaking that. The frame still carried elegance in its bones - arched glass panels, black iron supports, pale climbing roses long gone wild a
Bound to the Devil I Wed chapter 40
He let her clean his hand.That was how things changed.Not all at once. Not into softness. Not into trust complete enough to be named aloud.But changed.Because after she'd called him a liar and he'd not denied it, Elena had said, "Come in," and this time he'd obeyed.Only for the hand, she'd told herself.Only because the cut was deeper than he was pretending and she had no patience left for men who wore blood like decoration.Luca sat in the chair by the fire while she brought warm water, a cloth, and the small household medical box Marta kept stocked in her rooms. He watched her approach with the kind of suspicious stillness he seemed to give any situation involving care."You're making this more dramatic than necessary," he said as she knelt in front of him with the basin.Elena set the supplies down. "And you're making it more difficult than necessary."He held out the injured hand at last.The cut ran across the knuckles and into the side of his palm, not deep enough for stitc
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