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Gabriel’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was pain shooting down my arm. The sharp, burning pain made my whole body feel heavy. My shoulder throbbed like someone had dropped a whole car on it. I lay still, staring at the white ceiling, trying to understand why everything hurt so much.Then it all came back to me. I saved the mysterious rider from people who wanted to kill her. I let out a quiet groan. That was stupid. But I didn’t regret slowing down. I don't regret pushing that idiot’s weapon aside. I don't regret protecting her. I would do it again.I turned my head slowly. My shoulder screamed, but I ignored it. My whole right side was bandaged. My ribs hurt when I breathed too deeply, and I felt bruises everywhere, like someone had drawn a map of pain on my skin. It felt like I was healing slowly this time around because my wounds were severe. A normal human being would probably be dead by now.I hate hospitals. I rested my head back and closed my eyes for a moment, tryi

Carlota’s POVSchool ended, and I was already packing my bag, ready to head straight to the hospital. My mind had been on Gabriel since last night. I could barely focus in class. I pulled out my last book, and that was when I saw something strange.A small gift box inside my drawer. I froze for a second. I thought maybe someone put it there by mistake. But it was sitting right in the middle, like it was there the entire time, waiting for me.I looked around the classroom slowly. Everyone else was already gone, except for two girls chatting in the far corner. They didn’t even glance my way. No one looked suspicious, and no one was watching me.My heart beat a little faster. There was no name on it or anything else. I opened the box with careful fingers. Inside was a silver charm keychain shaped like a small motorcycle.I swallowed, realizing what something like this would mean. Who would give me something like this? My mind went immediately to one person. It has to be Paxton.It felt l

Carlota’s POV Gabriel kept staring at the door even after Paxton left. His face was full of confusion, like his mind was running in circles. I could tell he was replaying Paxton’s words again and again because that was exactly what I was doing too.“What did he mean by that?” he whispered, almost talking to himself. “If only I knew… knew what? Why say something like that and just walk out?”I tried not to look too interested. I didn’t want him digging into things he wasn’t supposed to know. My heart was beating too fast, and my palms were sweaty inside my jacket. I hated how anything related to my secret made me feel like this.“Maybe he’s just trying to annoy you,” I said softly.But Gabriel shook his head. “No. I doubt it.” He turned his eyes on me again, searching my face too closely. “Did you understand what he meant?”My chest tightened. Don’t panic, just breathe.“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t understand anything.” It came out a little too fast.Before Gabriel could a

Carlota’s POVA whole week had passed since everything happened. A lot of things within one week that I couldn't keep up with. I kept pretending things were normal, but they were not. Nothing feels normal anymore.This morning, I was in the living room helping mom clean up the breakfast plates. My mind wasn’t even here. It was somewhere far away, thinking of things I didn’t want to think about.That was when there was a knock at the door.Mom sighed and said, “Carlota, check who is at the door.”I wiped my hands quickly and hurried to the door. I didn’t expect anyone. No one ever really came here. So I opened it without thinking.And I froze. I saw the person that I didn't want to see for a long time and the same person I thought was already dead. Dante stood there, right in front of me, holding a bunch of flowers. The kind that looked like they didn’t belong in this small neighbourhood. The kind that looked expensive.I felt my heartbeat jump.“Dante?” I whispered without meaning to

Carlota’s POVThe moment Paxton left and the door finally closed, I felt my whole body freeze. My heart was beating too fast. My hands were shaking. I didn’t even know what emotion was on my face anymore. I tried to breathe slowly as I walked back into the living room, but Dante was already staring at me the way he always did—like he could see straight through my skin and read all my secrets.“Who was that?” Dante asked quietly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t have to be. That tone alone made my stomach twist. “The one at the door. The boy.”I forced my shoulders to relax. I forced my voice to sound steady. “He is just… a friend.”I kept my eyes on the floor, afraid that if I looked into his eyes, he would notice the panic hiding behind mine. But it didn’t matter. I could feel him studying me.Please don’t notice anything. Please.He watched me for a long second before he looked away like it didn’t matter anymore. “Forget him,” Dante said. “I didn’t come here to talk about him.”