SAMANTHA'S POVStruve stood just a few feet away, half in shadow, half bathed in the golden wash of garden light. His jaw was tight. His eyes—stormy. He looked every inch the man who had just walked through fire... or was ready to start one.“Elian,” he added, with a curt nod.Elian straightened slightly but kept his tone civil. “Struve.” But Struve didn’t even wait for the reply to land. He walked straight up to me and, without asking, took my wrist—not harshly, but firm enough to draw boundaries.“Can I talk to you?”“Struve—” I started, but he was already guiding me away from Elian, away from the lights and laughter, toward the side of the villa, just behind the curtain of tall hedges. I could feel Elian’s eyes on my back, but he didn’t follow. The music faded. Only the sound of our footsteps on gravel and my heart pounding remained.“Okay,” I said, pulling my arm free once we were alone. “Seriously, what was that?”He faced me, brows furrowed, eyes dark. “What the hell are you doi
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