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Chapter Thirteen — Ashes and Oaths

Author: Chelsea
last update publish date: 2026-06-18 19:45:13

My fingers trembled as I pressed them harder against the ragged bullet wound in Matteo’s shoulder. Blood seeped between them, warm and relentless, staining my skin and the remnants of my clothes. The air in Giulia’s suite was thick with the metallic scent of violence, the sharp bite of gunpowder, and the lingering musk of our desperate coupling. My body still hummed from the way he’d taken me—brutal, claiming, necessary. Yet my heart felt like it was fracturing into a thousand jagged pieces.

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