ADRIANA’S POVI slipped my phone back into my pocket, my fingers trembling against the cool metal. Alessandro stood a few feet away, deep in conversation with one of the doctors about Luca’s transfer to the new wing and the last details of his surgery. He hadn’t seen me answer the call. Good. I couldn’t tell him. At least not yet. There were things I needed to sort out by myself without involving him. Valentino’s voice still clawed at the inside of my skull, cold, commanding, and furious. Adriana. Come home this minute. Don’t test my patience. The demand burned like acid. But I had no choice than to oblige. I needed answers, I needed to look into the eyes of the man who had sold me like livestock and ask him why. Ask him why he had destroyed my mother. Ask him why power had mattered more than his own flesh and blood.I walked back to Alessandro and touched his arm, forcing my voice steady. “I need to step out for a bit. Luca needs clothes, his favorite blanket… and some familiar thi
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