Aria's povChaos exploded in the dining hall the moment that damned white card hit the floor.Guards scrambled, chairs screeched, guns flashed from holsters, all in a blur of shouting voices and barking orders.But none of that compared to him.Nero.His hand clamped on my wrist like an iron shackle, yanking me violently to my feet, spinning me toward him.His eyes.Black. Boiling. Deadly."WHAT. THE. FUCK. DID YOU DO?" he growled, low and guttural, chest heaving against his suit.The room spun around us, people gasping, whispering. His family watching, hungry for the show.My heart thudded but I didn’t flinch. I only smirked."I don’t know what you’re talking about, husband."His grip tightened to pain. Bones grinding."Don’t lie to me." His voice was thick with rage, trembling at the end. "That message. That assassin. This is you."I shrugged, heat licking at my skin from the violence in his eyes."You give me too much credit."His free hand snapped out, gripping my throat, pulling
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