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She is La Rosa Nera
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2025-10-20 08:00:28CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
FRANCE - SUITENIGHTHenri let us leave without protest, but the weight of his knowing stare clung to my back like a handprint.The French don had seen enough, seen me unmask myself, and he was smart enough not to stop us when Dante’s silence carried more threat than any words could.Dante didn’t speak as we were escorted to the car. His grip on my wrist was too tight, leaving me no doubt of his fury, but I let him drag me. To resist would be to admit fear, and La Rosa Nera did not flinch.Inside the car, Malcolm and Nikolai sat in the front, their shoulders stiff, eyes deliberately forward.They could feel the storm just as well as I could. The drive back to the suite stretched longer than it was, each streetlight flashing across Dante’s face, cutting shadows across the cold fury etched there.He didn’t look at me once.And I didn’t dare break the silence, not yet.When w
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