The air in the room didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy, like the atmosphere before a lightning strike.Lorenzo was still staring at me, his hand tightened on my arm, his eyes searching mine for a flicker of the girl who used to apologize for breathing too loudly. He didn't find her. He found a mirror that reflected his own darkness at him."You're tired, Alessia," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Go back to sleep. We’ll talk when the sun is up.""The sun won't change what’s written in my marrow, Lorenzo."I pulled my arm away. I didn't struggle; I simply applied a specific pressure point to the radial nerve in his wrist. I didn't know how I knew the nerve was there, or that a three-pound squeeze would cause his fingers to go numb. I just... did.He hissed, his hand dropping as if he’d been electrocuted. He looked at his hand, then at me, the shock on his face bordering on terror. "Where did you learn that?""I didn't learn it," I whispered, looking at my own fingers. "M
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