CARMELA'S POVI woke up to the sound of voices outside my door.This was not the usual guard chatter. This was different. I sat up, listening."—Don't care what your orders are. I'm family. Open the fucking door."Marco.I glanced at the closet where Elena's evidence was hidden, then at the clock.8:47 AM.I'd gotten maybe three hours of sleep after the ledge crossing. My body still ached from the climb, my fingers scraped raw from gripping the stone.But my mind was sharp. Clear.And now Marco was at my door.Interesting timing.The door opened. Marco stepped inside, dismissing the guards with a wave."Mrs. Conti. Good morning."I stayed in bed, pulling the sheet up slightly. Let him feel awkward about barging in while I was still in my nightclothes."Marco." My voice was flat. "To what do I owe the pleasure?""I wanted to check on you." He closed the door behind him. "See how you're... adjusting to your new accommodations.""How thoughtful." I didn't move. Didn't invite him further
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