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Gone

Author: Orinabhankz
last update publish date: 2026-03-01 13:46:18

GIOVANNI’S POV

I left her room but couldn't shake the image of her lying there looking so small. My hand still felt warm from touching hers.

What the hell am I doing?

I paced my room for an hour before giving up and heading downstairs.

If I couldn't rest, I might as well do something productive.

The kitchen was quiet, the servants having retired for the evening. I flipped on the lights and started pulling ingredients from the refrigerator.

I was halfway through dicing tomatoes when Enzo appea
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