The note on the floor was a sickening twist, like a promise wrapped in the coldest of truths. Camilla crouched down, fingers brushing over the paper before she picked it up, her heart pounding in her chest. The words were simple, but the implications were far from it. “You’re too late.” It was a taunt. A game. Marco had always been good at making others play by his rules, but this time, the stakes were higher than ever. Camilla felt a wave of fury rise in her chest, but she forced it down, pushing past the anger and focusing on the task at hand. “We’ve been played,” Riccardo muttered, his voice as hard as stone. He stood across the room, eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. He was already calculating their next move, as always. “You think Marco’s still here?” Isadora asked, her voice tense. “No,” Riccardo said. “This is a diversion. A warning. We were too predictable.” Camilla clenched her fists, the note still clutched in her hand. “He knew we’d come. He knew exactly where
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