The walk back to her room felt longer and heavier than it should have.Althea moved through the halls quietly, but her mind continued to work.Nicholas’ drawings.The patterns.The way her mother had aligned the papers so calmly. Marianna’s action conveyed that she had expected something like that all along.And worst of all, the familiarity.The moment Althea saw one of Alessandro’s structures reflected instinctively in her son’s interpretation of fear and movement.It unsettled her more than the attack itself because gunfire could be stopped. Men could be killed and wars could end.But a mind like Nicholas’ would only continue evolving.Her chest tightened slightly and she stopped for a while, breathing in and out slowly and deeply before continuing on. Before she realized it, she was already pushing the door open to their room.Dominic was there.Of course he was.He stood near the window, sleeves rolled slightly, one hand resting against the desk as several papers lay spread besid
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