Chapter 133Christian:I pressed my hand against my eyes, but the tears came anyway, hot and furious. My body shook with the effort to hold them back.Matteo didn’t speak. He understood grief too well to interrupt it.When I finally found my voice, it was rough, low. “Where’s Celeste now?”“She’s safe. I moved her to one of the old cabins in the north.”“Does she know?”“About Esme, yes. About you, no. Not yet.”“Keep it that way,” I said. “If she thinks I’m dead, she’s safer.”“Christian—”“I said keep it that way.”There was a pause, then a quiet sigh. “All right.”We talked briefly about the men we’d lost, the cleanup, the routes Damian’s people had used. It was mechanical, businesslike, the only way to keep from breaking again.Before he hung up, Matteo said softly, “I’m sorry.”“So am I,” I whispered.The line went dead.I sat there for a long time, phone still in my hand, listening to the hum of the generator and the faint trickle of water through the stone walls. The pain in my
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