Luciano’s POVThe instant her knees hit the gravel, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. The world narrowed to a single point, just her. Scarlett, crumpled like a broken bird, arms clutched around herself as if sheer will could keep her from shattering. Her trembling frame was a blade to my chest, carving deeper with every shallow breath she took. Antonio’s voice buzzed behind me, a faint hum of words I didn’t bother to process. My focus was locked on her, on the way the wind tore at her thin nightgown, exposing the fragile hollows of her collarbone. The crescent mark pulsed faintly there, a glowing ember against her pale, waxen skin. It was still hers. Still her. And that truth clawed at something primal inside me, something I’d buried long ago. “Scarlett,” I growled, my voice low, commanding. I
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