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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DEADLY CHOICE

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Night had draped Palermo in a suffocating cloak of shadows. The palazzo’s halls were silent except for the occasional creak of wood and the low hum of the wind rattling the shutters. Enzo moved with careful steps, boots silent against the stone floor, stopping outside the boy’s room. He clenched his fists, knuckles white, his jaw tight. The boy wasn’t just strong—he was reckless, bold, and now dangerously influenced by Vanguard.

Enzo knocked lightly.

“I need to speak with you,” he said once the door creaked open.

The boy’s dark eyes glinted under the moonlight spilling through the window. His expression was flat, indifferent, but the air around him crackled with the tension of someone used to command.

“You’ll waste your time, Enzo. I’ve made my choice.”

Enzo stepped inside anyway, letting the door close behind him. “I don’t like it. I don’t like this Vanguard in your head, planting words, shaping you. You’ve already fought more men than anyone your age, and now you’re about to walk in
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