The cabin door exploded inward beneath Roberto’s boot.Wood splintered violently across the floor as Francesco soldiers stormed inside with weapons raised.Cold night air swept through the tiny cabin carrying the scent of rain, smoke, and blood.Roberto entered last.And instantly knew something terrible had happened.The room looked destroyed.A chair lay overturned near the fireplace.Broken dishes littered the floor beside scattered food now soaked into the wood.One of the curtains had been ripped halfway from the wall.And there—Blood.Fresh blood smeared across the kitchen counter.The sight made something dark twist violently inside Roberto’s chest.The bond reacted immediately.Fear.Elena’s fear.It pulsed through him so sharply his jaw clenched hard enough to hurt.Mine.The possessive thought slammed through him again with terrifying force.“She was here recently,” Luca muttered quietly behind him.Roberto said nothing.His eyes continued scanning the room carefully.Then
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