Aria’s POV“They want you upstairs.”Rosa’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it froze me where I stood.In this house, upstairs meant only one thing.Luciano Cortez.My fingers tightened around the damp rag in my hand until my knuckles burned. Soapy water dripped onto the tiled floor, spreading slowly, but I didn’t notice. My heart began to pound slowly at first, then faster, heavier, like something inside me was waking up and screaming to be let out.I already knew Rosa wouldn’t answer me, but I asked anyway.“What does he want from me this time?” I whispered.As usual she didn’t answer.Rosa never spoke more than she had to. And when she did, her words came wrapped in fear, heavy, short and with a state of urgency. She only looked at me, her eyes filled with something close to pity.That scared me more than words ever could.I dropped the rag into the bucket and wiped my wet hands on my skirt. The kitchen smelled of spices, oil, and warm bread. The smell mocked me as cold
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