Damiano's POV After my words, Alessia sat stiff as stone, her hands clenching the hem of her dress, her wide green eyes flickering with panic.She was trying to look calm, brave even—but she wasn’t fooling anyone. She was scared to death.Good. Fear kept people alive in this world. Besides, it wasn't like I had lied to her. I just didn't tell her the whole truth.I pushed the door open and stepped out, the night air biting against my skin. The scent of concrete, iron, and cypress filled my lungs—familiar and grounding. Above us, the mansion rose in sharp lines and darkened glass, its edges cutting into the night like a blade.Before I could shut the door, the front entrance opened and two attendants in black stepped out—silent and organized, like shadows trained to move on command.Well, everyone here was trained to move and do their jobs precisely.They met me halfway.“Sir,” one of them said, bowing slightly.“There’s a suitcase in the trunk. Take it in,” I ordered, not bothering
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