Chapter Twelve I couldn't stop thinking about Damien's last words. You. He trusted me. I didn't know what to do with that. Trust wasn't something I expected from a man like him. Not after everything I'd learned about his family, his business, his enemies. And certainly not from someone who had built his entire life around never trusting anyone. Yet he'd said it without hesitation. One person. You. I sat alone in the library long after he had left, staring at the book I'd forgotten I was holding. My wedding was in three days. Three days until I became Lena De Luca. Three days until everyone who mattered in Damien's world knew exactly who I was. And apparently, someone was already waiting for it. I closed the book. I needed air. I walked through the mansion until I found the terrace overlooking the gardens. The doors opened automatically. Cool evening air touched my face. I stepped outside. The garden was beautiful. Too beautiful for a place where men carried guns
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