ALANALorenzo looked like a man who’d already decided how this conversation would end.That was his mistake.He sat behind the desk that used to belong to my father, one leg crossed over the other, fingers steepled, eyes unreadable. The arrogance of it was suffocating like he’d forgotten whose name bled into the walls of this estate.I walked into the room with my head high, posture calm, the weight of a blade hidden in the back of my belt, and the kind of fury in my bones that made silence feel sharper than any threat.“Alana,” he said, standing like we were old friends.I didn’t return the gesture.“Sit,” he offered.“I’ll stand.”He studied me for a beat, then slowly lowered himself back into the chair. “You’ve heard, I imagine.”“That you’ve been speaking to outside families behind my back? Yes. I’ve heard.”“Then let’s not pretend this is a surprise.”“No,” I said coolly. “Let’s not.”There was a time I thought Lorenzo could be trusted.He was old blood. Steady. Not soft, but loy
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