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Chapter 10

Penulis: Abisola Janet
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Alessandro’s POV

I woke up dazed, my skull pounding like iron against stone. The room was faintly lit, curtains drawn halfway, and for a moment I couldn’t tell whether it was dawn or dusk. My clear memory was Ginevra pressing a glass into my hand, her smile sharp enough to cut. I remember the cool burn of the drink, the familiar weight of a hundred conversations reading around me—then nothing.

Fragments slipped through my mind, flashes without context, until my gaze shifted to the bed.

Amara.

She lay beside me, her breathing steady in sleep, her hair fanned across the pillow. That alone wouldn’t have unsettled me. What froze me cold was the state we were in—both of us naked. The sheets bore damning evidence of release, mine if not hers, a sticky confirmation of something my memory refused to supply.

I sat back, my pulse drumming.

“No…no…” The word slipped from my lips, ragged and low. I did not want this. Not like this.

My hand pressed to my temple, trying to force recall. Nothi
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