جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 59

Rosella's POV I stayed on the bed, eyes on the open doorway. Leo’s profile remained steady in the low light of the sitting room. The same hands, the same mouth, the same promise that still sat low in my belly. The ache between my legs had not eased. Neither had the fear. They kept feeding each other in the quiet. Alexander slept on in the crib. The night light held its soft circle. Leo’s phone lit once more. He checked it, then spoke low to Damien. “Still nothing on the lower cameras. Keep the door.” Damien’s answer was a short nod I could just see from the bed. I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them again. Sleep was not coming. The silk of the nightdress felt too present against my skin. The place on my neck where Leo’s thumb had rested still held warmth. The note’s last line kept returning. Or I come in. I sat up once more and looked toward the doorway. Leo’s eyes met mine across the short distance. The heat was still there under the watchfulness. He did not s

Rosella's POV I stayed on the bed, the silk of the nightdress cool against my skin, eyes on the open doorway. Leo’s profile remained steady in the low light. The same hands that had been under the fabric earlier. The same mouth that had promised no more locked doors. The ache between my legs refused to fade. Time stretched further. Leo’s phone lit once more. He checked it, then spoke low to Damien. “Still nothing new from the lower feeds. Keep the door.” Damien’s answer was a short confirmation. I lay back against the pillows again, still in the nightdress, and tried to slow my breathing. The silk stuck lightly to my skin. The memory of Leo’s mouth on my neck, his hand between my legs, the low voice telling me he had me, mixed with the quiet until I could not tell them apart. Somewhere closer than the cameras, the real writer of those notes was still waiting for one of us to move. A soft knock came at the outer door. Not testing. A proper knock. Leo was on his feet i

Rosella's POV Smoke reached the secure wing first. Thin, Bitter,Real. I sat up, Alexander still slept in the crib, The night light held its soft circle. Leo was already on his feet in the sitting room, phone pressed to his ear. “How close,” he said. Elias’s voice came through, tight. “Greenhouse is gone. Fire team has it contained but the east path is blocked. Tracks lead straight back toward the main house. Toward your wing.” Leo’s eyes met mine across the open doorway. “Toward us.” “Yes.” He ended the call and came to the bedroom threshold. “Stay with him. Door open. Do not go near the windows.” I nodded. The leftover want from the long night still sat low under the new edge in his voice. Damien called from the outer door. “Motion on the lower service corridor. One person. Moving fast.” Leo turned. “Hold the door. I am coming.” He looked back at me once. “Lock it behind me if you have to.” Then he was gone. The outer lock turned. I stayed by

Rosella's POV Leo locked the phone. Outside the secure wing something moved in the dark hallway again. He turned toward the outer door without speaking. Damien was already moving with him. “Stay with Alexander,” Leo said. “Door locked.” I stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. The lock clicked. Alexander slept on in the crib. The night light held its circle. I stood with my back against the wood and listened. Footsteps. Low voices. Then silence. Minutes passed. A soft knock. “Rosella. Open.” I unlocked the door. Leo stepped in. Dust on his shirt. The cut on his arm still wrapped. “Empty,” he said. “Whoever it was moved fast. Cameras caught nothing.” Damien stood behind him in the sitting room, phone to his ear. Leo looked at me. The heat from earlier was still there under the tiredness. “We stay here. No one

Rosella’s POV Smoke first. It slid in thin and bitter. Stuck at the back of my throat before I even sat up. I stayed on the edge of the bed a moment longer than I needed to. Silk clung to the backs of my thighs. My hands stayed flat on the mattress like they did not trust the floor yet. The night light still threw that soft circle across Alexander’s crib. He slept the way he always did. One small fist near his mouth. Soft breathing. Like the house had not changed around him. I did not move right away. Leo stood in the sitting room doorway. Phone pressed to his ear. Eyes fixed on the dark window. Damien already at the outer lock, one hand resting on it. “Talk.” Leo’s voice stayed low. The edge under it did not. Elias came through clear enough for me to hear every word. “Greenhouse is gone. Full burn. We found something in the ashes.” Leo’s free hand curled once against his leg. “What.” “A phone. Still warm. And a photo.” Silence stretched between them. I watch