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A Name in the Ashes (chapt.27)

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Alessia’s POV

Everything just stopped.

I wasn’t sure if it was Luca’s words or the way he said them—so soft, so broken, like it really hurt to keep that truth hidden for so long. My throat felt tight.

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling the weight of it all. “Luca… you’re saying Matteo is alive?”

He nodded. “I saw him. Not too long ago. In Morocco. He found me.”

Nikolai straightened up next to me. “How do you know it was really him?”

Luca’s expression darkened. “Because he called me figlio mio. And he had my mother’s handwriting tattooed on his arm.”

My heart shattered.

Elena’s writing. Her words. He must’ve held onto them close.

“He didn’t try to take you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“No. He said… he had to keep hidden. That people were watching him. If he got too close to me, they’d find us both.”

I swallowed hard. “Who? Who’s watching?”

He shook his head. “He wouldn’t tell me names. But he left me with Salma. He said Vetra would keep me safe, and that if anything ha
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