Adeline’s POV The sun rose pale and weak, leaking through the curtains like light filtered through dirty glass. For a second, I forgot what I’d done. Then I smelled espresso on my skin. Memory returned like a bruise pressed too hard. I rolled out of bed before Kayden stirred. My body felt light and heavy all at once. An odd, floating calm that came only after a clean job. The kind where no blood, no sound, no struggle existed to cling to your conscience. He was dead. Antonio Russo. The poison worked the way Stardust said it would, slow, silent, indistinguishable from nature. A heart failure, nothing more. No traces, no witnesses, no questions. It was perfect. Too perfect. And perfection always came with a price. I slipped into a silk robe and crossed the room. Kayden was awake now, half propped on one elbow, watching me with eyes still storm-grey but quieter than usual. “You were gone last night.” The words weren’t sharp, but they were a test. I didn’
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