Morning came cold and gray, the light weak against the heavy curtains of the Moretti mansion. Emilia woke to the sound of voices outside her door—low, clipped, urgent.She sat up, clutching the blanket around her shoulders. The carved words still burned in her memory. The next oath you swear will be your last. She hadn’t slept. Every creak of the house had sounded like footsteps creeping closer, every gust of wind like a whisper against her door.When Dante finally entered, he was already dressed in a sharp suit, his expression carved from stone. Men trailed behind him—guards with tense faces, eyes darting everywhere.“Up,” Dante said. His tone was short, commanding. “No one stays idle today.”Emilia rose slowly, her hands trembling, though she tried to hide it. “Did you find out who—”“No,” he cut in, his jaw tight. He glanced toward the door where the carved words still scarred the wood. “But I will.”She swallowed. “And if you don’t?”His gaze snapped to hers, black and burning. “I
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