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ENZO’S POV By the time the first light of dawn began creeping through the windows, I was still awake. I hadn’t slept for even a minute. I picked up my phone and called Bruno. He answered on the second ring. “Sir.” “How long?” There was a pause. “The air traffic restriction?” “Yes.” “We’re still waiting for a final update, but from what we’ve been told, it could last a few more hours. There’s also a possibility it could remain in place for up to twenty-four hours.” I closed my eyes. Twenty-four hours. Nina had spent months unconscious, and now that she was finally awake, I was supposed to sit in Rome and wait for the sky to open. “No.” “Sir?” “I’m driving.” There was silence on the other end. “Sir, Rome to Milan is—” “I know how far it is.” “Six to seven hours, depending on traffic.” “I don’t care.” I got to my feet and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair. “Order me a driver.” “A driver?” “Yes. A good one. I don’t want someone who’s going to stop every

“Giulia?” Dimitri said, his voice carrying genuine shock. I looked from him to Larson, waiting for one of them to explain what I had just heard. Larson shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I think I’ll leave you two alone.” He stood before either of us could respond, grabbed his jacket and walked past me toward the door. “I’ll call you later,” he said to Dimitri, already avoiding my eyes. The door closed behind him. And for the first time since I walked into the room, I actually looked around. The smell hit me immediately. Alcohol. Strong enough that it seemed to cling to the air. There were bottles scattered across the floor, some empty

ENZO’S POV Two hours into the drive, I was already beginning to hate every road between Rome and Milan. Not because of the distance. Because of the traffic. We had barely managed to make good time for the first hour before everything slowed down. A long line of cars stretched ahead of us, brake lights glowing red beneath the pale morning sky. I checked my watch, then the road, then my watch again. “How long?” The driver glanced at the traffic ahead. “Hard to say, sir.” “That wasn’t what I asked.” He hesitated. “Maybe forty minutes before we get through this section.” I leaned back against the seat and exhaled slowly. Forty minutes. It sounded insignificant. It wasn’t. Not anymore. I picked up my phone and called Bruno. He answered almost immediately. “Sir.” “Tell me everything.” There was a brief pause. “About Miss Nyx?” “Yes.” I looked through the window as another car crawled past us. “Did she ask for me?” “No, sir.” My jaw tightened. “What?” “She hasn’t

Hello, my lovely readers! Okay… we’re back. If you’ve been wondering when we were going to return to Nina and Enzo, I KNOW. You’ve just spent quite a bit of time with Giulia, Dimitri, Nico and all the chaos happening around them, and I know some of you have probably been sitting there between comments like, “T. Hush… where is Nina?!” Trust me, I heard you. But now it’s time. We’re going back to Nina and Enzo. And this time, we’re not leaving them behind again. Before we jump back in, though, I want you to understand why I took the story through Giulia’s side of the world. What happened in Rome wasn’t just a random detour. The Russian situation, Ricci, Dimitri’s political plans, Gabby, Volkov, Nico, and everything that happened behind the scenes are all pieces of a much bigger picture. Some of those pieces may not seem connected to Nina yet. But they will. And that’s what I want you to watch for from this point forward. Because while everyone in Rome was dealing with the

NINA’S POV I woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing I saw was a ceiling I almost didn’t recognize. I blinked slowly, trying to understand where I was, then turned my head and found a woman standing beside the bed with a tray in her hands. She froze. The tray nearly slipped from her fingers. For a second, she just stared at me. Then she dropped it on the table and rushed out of the room. I frowned. A few seconds later, she returned with a doctor. He came straight to the bed, checking my eyes, my pulse, asking me questions I answered with nods whenever I could. “Do you know where you are?” I looked around the room. I knew it. The room looked different from the last time I remembered seeing it, but I knew the walls, the curtains, the furniture. Enzo’s master bedroom. Only this room looked more like a hospital now, with machines beside the bed and wires attached to me. “How long have I been here?” I asked. The doctor looked at the nurse before turning back t