The guest house was warm.Since Serena moved in, the carpets, curtains, and security lines had all been replaced. Even the medical kit beside the fireplace had been fully stocked.In my own room, the flowers in the crystal vase had been dead for days. Dante, Matteo, and Adrian used to argue over who would replace them first. Now no one had noticed.A hot drink sat on a silver tray brought by the staff, the rim of the cup spotless.I sat near the sofa, the blood on my knees already dried, while the chill under my clothes refused to fade. Adrian’s care was clearly still there. It had simply been given to someone else.Dante’s voice came from the next room, lazy and edged.“What, feeling soft now? If you regret it, then coax Aria back properly. Don’t stand guard over Serena while refusing to let go.”My hand slowly tightened against the side of the sofa.Adrian answered quickly, his tone calm enough to leave no ripple.“I don’t regret it.”He said, “I just can’t let her run to Lorenzo and
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