“Mum, please, I’ve told you before, he’s not the enemy—“ my eyes trailed to Renzo, who eyed me warily, “I love him,” Renzo released a string of curses and rolled his eyes, “I saw this coming. Stockholm syndrome,” “He loves me too!” My voice rose, even reaching a drowsy Luca who instinctively g
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