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Rome sturdied his gaze on the papers in front of him. Balancing accounts were the least of his duties he enjoyed, he wished he could go hunting instead. Or read a fucking book. However, no matter how much he hated accounting, it was better than sinking himself in thoughts of Elora, and all that had happened between them the previous night. Rome could smell her scent on his skin. As though making love to her had engraved her scent into his skin, his nostrils, every fucking where!

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I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

Dante and Jullie stood in the heart of Rome, the city's ancient history a silent backdrop to their modern-day hunt. They were a world away from the glamorous offices of the Orlov empire, in a world of shadows and secrets. Their resources, Dante's network of informants and Jullie's meticulous research, led them to a quiet, unassuming safe house in the Italian countryside. The hunt for Roman was a dangerous one, with every step they took a calculated risk. They knew they were being watched, but they were also watching. They were a team, a family, and they would not rest until they had found the truth.

was all I said to him. I laid my head on the window and enjoyed the moving scenes in front of me. We passed through people, fountains, and churches. It was not just a wonderful but breath-taking view. Lost in my thoughts was when Lucas spooked: "The thing I love about Rome is that it has so many layers. In it, you can follow anything that interests you: town planning, architecture, churches, or culture. It's a city rich in antiquity and early Christian treasures, and just endlessly fascinating. There's nowhere else like it. -Claire Tomalin."

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And then added: "But I dance anyway." I closed the book, placed it on the table, and turned off the light. I sank into the velvet armchair beside the window, the city stretching out like a spilled glass of gold and wine. Rome always hummed with a kind of elegant chaos—scooters down cobbled streets, lovers laughing in moonlight, fountains whispering secrets to the night. But in here, in the stillness of my apartment, the silence clung to me like perfume. Familiar. Faintly sweet. A little bit sad.

She pulls her pyjamas on, and once they’re both dressed Rosie takes down the glamour to put it back on the overhang. Caelius had taken the first watch, and was sitting by the fire reading a tattered paperback book. She makes her way over; he smiles up at her and puts a bookmark in and closes his book. “Interesting book?” He smiles, “Yes, actually. It’s a classic, ‘Il nome della rosa’; The Name of the Rose. It’s a murder mystery.” Celine nods, “I’ve had this a while.” She chuckles, and he smiles, “It’s not had an easy life, this book.” She nods,

But the moment the pages parted, something slipped out. A small object landed gently in the hollow of the book. I froze. It was a ring. I slowly looked up. Rome had already stepped closer to me. Just then, he knelt down. My heart began beating so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. Rome reached forward and picked up the ring from the book. He held it carefully before looking up at me. “I’m not doing this to pressure you,” he began. His voice was steady, though I could see the sincerity shining clearly in his eyes.

Rome states. “Don’t worry; I will be going out to,” Bridgette said as they looked at one another, realizing how similar they were. Rome shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay." ******* Rome did meet Gavin. “Hey guys, I've got to get back home.” “What’s the rush?” Rome explained the details without telling his friends. He told them he had decided not to go to Paris, but he didn’t tell them he had gotten married. After having one drink at the local bar, Rome stood to leave.