For a moment after she stormed back into the chamber, Alessa said nothing. She only stared—hard, sharp, deadly—through the glass barrier separating her from the man who had shaped her life and destroyed it in the same breath.Vittorio lifted his hands, palms open, as though offering peace.A gesture she had never seen from him—not when she was a child, not during her brutal training years, not even on the day she escaped him bleeding and half-dead.“I don’t want us to fight, Alessandra,” he said quietly. “I want us to talk.”Alessa laughed—a cold, humorless sound dripping with disbelief. “Talk? You think we can talk? After everything?”He didn’t answer. Or maybe he couldn’t.She stepped closer to the glass. Close enough that her breath misted across it. Her eyes locked onto his like she could tear him apart with nothing but a stare—slowly, painfully, piece by piece.“You know,” she said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper, “I used to pray you’d die. I was ten, and I prayed for you
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