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The Man Behind the Throne

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Rosa walked through marble halls with Luca beside her, her chin lifted as though she had not arrived in worn shoes and borrowed courage.

They were taken into a quiet sitting room.

Gennado Deluca entered moments later, leaning lightly on his cane.

He studied Rosa without speaking.

“You asked for Lidia,” he said finally.

“Yes,” Rosa replied. “I want to see her.”

“She is not here.”

Rosa’s mouth twisted. “Then where is she?”

Gennado did not answer.

Rosa’s chest tightened. “You took her away?”

“She
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