Damiano’s POVThe living room was silent.Too silent.The only sound breaking through was the steady drip, drip, drip of blood hitting the marble floor. Every drop echoed like a heartbeat, a grim reminder of what the house had turned into—a tomb.My knuckles were still smeared with dried red, and the scent of it clung to me—metallic, sharp, and maddeningly alive.Leo stood across the room, arms folded, watching me with that quiet, infuriating calm of his. He didn’t speak, and I didn’t either. There wasn’t much left to say.Then came the sound again.A harsh gag—then the wet, wrenching sound of someone throwing up.Alessia.I didn’t need to be in her room to know what was going on. From the sounds my abilities picked I knew all she was doing. Her sharp intake of breath, the soft scrape of her hand as she braced herself against the wall, the way her heartbeat stuttered every few seconds like she was trying not to break apart.But the retching was louder, heard by even Leo. It was like s
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