---I stood in the dimly lit study, my pulse steady despite the storm brewing inside me. Kael leaned against his desk, his sharp gaze locked onto mine."You have a habit of knowing things you shouldn’t, bambina," he murmured, voice edged with suspicion. "Tell me how you knew about Petrov, and now—Vincenzo?"I met his stare head-on, willing my expression to remain unreadable. "You trust the wrong people."His jaw ticked. "And you?" He took a slow step forward, closing the distance between us. "Should I trust you?""That depends," I said smoothly, tilting my head. "Do you want to live?"A ghost of a smirk played on his lips, but there was no amusement in his eyes. "You always do this." His fingers traced the edge of the desk, a controlled gesture that hinted at his restraint. "You drop warnings and expect me to listen, but you never tell me how you know these things."I hesitated. This was dangerous territory.Kael had always been a man who demanded answers, and every time I gave him ju
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