12:00 PM - THE TOUR Isabella's heels clicked against the marble floors as she led Kyrian through hallways that seemed to go on forever. Everything was pristine. Expensive. Cold. "The estate has forty-two rooms," Isabella said conversationally, as if that were normal. "Twelve bedrooms, seven bathrooms, two libraries, a ballroom, indoor pool, gym, wine cellar, and of course, the security wing." "Security wing?" Kyrian asked. "Where Lorenzo conducts business. You won't be going there." "Wasn't planning on it." Isabella glanced at him, amused. "You have spirit. Most Omegas would be trembling right now." "I'm not most Omegas." "Clearly." They climbed a grand staircase to the second floor. The hallway here was lined with portraits—generations of Morettis staring down with dark, judgmental eyes. "Your family looks cheerful," Kyrian said dryly. "We're Italians. We save our smiles for family dinners and funerals." She stopped at a door near the end of the hall. "This is yours."
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