AVELINA’S POV The sound of the bullet came like a fragment. It was distant and muffled. I felt a sharp pain and immediately drop for my feet. My body dropping on the gravel like a bag of cement. I was wet with blood... my blood. Then I hear his voice. “Allessandro—” It’s faint, but I can hear it. His voice is broken, trembling, terrified. I’ve never heard him like this, not even when bullets flew past us. My eyelids flutter, and the world is a blurred mix of red and shadow. I hear his footsteps, heavy and desperate. And then, he’s there. Strong arms lift me from the marble, one under my knees, the other supporting my back, gripping me too tightly, as if he fears I’ll slip away. “Avelina—look at me. Look at me, amore mio.” His voice shakes. I’ve never heard Alessandro Rossi’s voice tremble before. My breath stutters. I blink slowly, trying to focus, trying to speak. “Alless… andro…” He presses his forehead to mine, his breath uneven. “Stay a
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