LOGIN“Gia, don't go.”Enzo's tone was very serious. I folded the message and put it in my pocket. “I'm not going to sit around waiting for someone else to tell me what happened to my mother.” “You're going to walk right into a trap because a stranger left you a piece of paper?” “Maybe.” He stared at me. “That wasn't supposed to be an actual answer.” I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed. “Enzo, someone knows about the photograph. They know I've been investigating Luna. They even know about the symbol in Vittorio's records. Whoever this is has information we don't have.” And “which is precisely why you shouldn't trust them.” “What if they know what my mother was protecting?” His expression softened. “Then we'll figure out another way to get that information." I shook my head. “No, if we take you with us, then who knows, this person may vanish.” “Then we tell Vittorio'.” I immediately looked up. “Absolutely not.” “Gia—” "Do you really believe that he will allow me to inves
For several seconds, I couldn't speak.Vittorio still held the photograph, his eyes fixed on the figure standing behind my mother. “Who is he?” I finally asked. He didn't answer. “Vittorio.” His gaze lifted to mine. “Where did you get this photograph?” “Someone left it under my pillow. I've already told you that.” “Did anyone see it before me?” “No.” “Did you touch anything else inside the envelope?” I frowned. “Why are you asking me questions instead of answering mine?” His jaw tightened. “Because you have no idea what you're dealing with.” “Then explain it to me!” My voice came out louder than intended. Vittorio glanced towards the door before lowering his voice. “Luna was involved in something that should have remained buried. There were people who wanted her silenced, and others who wanted what she was protecting.” “What was she protecting?” “I don't know.” I stared at him. “You expect me to believe that?” “I expect you to understand that I won't invent an answe
Vittorio stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the note in his hand. “Where did you get this?” I swallowed. “It was inside my room.” “That wasn't what I asked.” His voice was quiet, but something beneath it made my instincts stir. I sat on the edge of my bed, keeping my expression neutral. “Someone must have slipped it under the door.” He looked at the paper again. "Ask Vittorio Falcone what happened to Luna Moretti. He knows why she disappeared." For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he stepped inside and shut the door. “Who is Luna Moretti to you?” he asked. I stared at him. “Why would you assume she's someone to me?” “Because you've been searching through restricted records, asking questions about the old chapel, and now someone has left you a message about a woman who disappeared from these grounds.” He placed the note on my desk. “Do you expect me to believe that's a coincidence?” “I was curious.” “Curiosity is a poor excuse for risking your position at this ac
"The boy you're protecting is a spy. Check his belongings before he disappears again."Vittorio read the message twice.I sat on the infirmary bed, trying not to show how badly my hands were shaking.“Who brought this?” he asked.“The instructor found it near the eastern checkpoint,” the healer replied.Serena stood beside the medical cabinet, arranging bandages. She had been assigned to supervise the ridge exercise as part of the academy's healing staff. Her presence now felt less like a coincidence and more like a warning.“Perhaps we should search his belongings,” she suggested.I looked at her. “You seem very interested in that.”“I'm interested in keeping dangerous people away from this academy.”Vittorio folded the note.“Everyone out.”Serena hesitated. “Alpha—”“Did I stutter?”She lowered her eyes and left with the instructor.Vittorio turned to me.“Get up.”“I'm injured.”“And you can explain yourself while sitting in my office.”I followed him, limping slightly. My shoulde
I read the note three times and I knew it wouldn't change. "We know Matteo Conti isn't who he claims to be. Report to the commandant's office at dawn. Come alone." From the side of his bed, Dante watched me. “You should let Vittorio know.” “And explain what? That someone has found out who I am?” “You could start by explaining why you're terrified.” “I'm not terrified.” “Right, and I am the Crown Prince of the eastern territories.” I put the note in my pocket. “Goodnight, Dante.” “Matteo.” His expression turned serious. I don't think you're dangerous. If someone wants to hurt you, pretending you're okay won't help.” For a moment, I almost told him the truth. Then I remembered what was at stake. “Come on, I can handle it,” I said. But Dante didn't appear satisfied. Neither was I. I went into the commandant's office at dawn. De Luca was seated behind his desk, and Serena was standing by the window, she looked so excited to see me. The commandant opened a file, “Conti,” he
The second I saw Serena Marchetti carrying a sheet of paper I knew I was in trouble. She paused at Vittorio and said something to him in a hushed voice. He didn't really look at me, but his face seemed to remain unchanged, yet his stomach clenched.Then Serena smiled.This wasn't a friendly smile.“Before we start,” Vittorio said, “one of our trainees has been falsifying information regarding his background, so until this is sorted out everyone will do as the academy asks.”A whispering murmur was heard in the courtyard. My heart began to pound. He didn't say my name but Serena was looking straight at me.“If you lie about who you are you will be expelled from the academy,” Vittorio went on. “Deception that could endanger other trainees is not acceptable.”Enzo, standing a few steps back, looked at me. Though his expression was placid, I was familiar enough with him to see the fear in his eyes.Serena had begun to dig.Now she was letting me know it.“Training partners,” Vittorio said







