Katarina’s POV“Holy shit, I’m freezing.”That was the first thing Luce said when she walked through the front doors like she’d just returned from a weekend trip instead of being kidnapped. She was wrapped in a huge coat, hair messy, eyes sharper than ever.“That bastard Mori?” she shouted the second she stepped in. “I swear to God, I’ll gut that son of a bitch myself!”Valentino looked up from the couch, calm as ever. “Well, good morning to you too.”“Don’t ‘good morning’ me,” Luce snapped. “They locked me in a cold room for two days. Two. Days. You know how hard it is to sleep on a floor that smells like bleach?”I just stood there, watching her. She was still herself — fierce, unfiltered, all noise and chaos. But something in her eyes was different this time.Vittorio stepped forward, voice even. “They didn’t hurt you?”“No,” she said, throwing her arms out. “Fed me like I was on vacation. Soup, rice, and those stupid green teas. I almost started liking it before I remembered I was
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