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“They’ll come after us harder.” Roman’s jaw tightened. “You have no idea. This is just the beginning. They’ll want to send a message. Make us regret this.” I swallowed hard, the cold truth settling in like ice. I had stepped headfirst into Roman’s world, and now there was no turning back. He moved over to the small kitchen table, pulling out the worn notebook—the one that had become our map through the darkness. Pages filled with names, locations, numbers scrawled in a messy, urgent hand.

Roman nodded at Enzo and the latter brought a folder and put it in front of Rose. Rose opened the folder with trembling hands, afraid of what she would find in it. Pictures. At least ten of them were staring back at her, depicting Roman’s chilly and unimpressed gaze, as a woman — and not any woman but Maria — gave him a lap dance. As she tried to touch him however, his gloved hand stopped her, and then she was leaning forward, as if trying to plant a kiss on his lips… the next picture, he pushed her and she was falling backwards.

Roman kissed the back of my neck softly. “I love you,” he murmured. And in that stolen, risky moment, with his family just one door away, I believed him completely. LIANA'S POV The sterile white walls of Crestwood Psychiatric Facility no longer felt like a prison. Liana sat on the edge of her bed, legs swinging lightly, a soft, dreamy smile playing on her lips. In her hands she held the letter, thick cream paper with Roman’s familiar, precise handwriting. Beside her on the nightstand stood a beautiful bouquet of white peonies, their petals still fresh and fragrant.

Caspian explained to Roman. “We have to find out who the woman is,” Roman said, as he headed out of the room, but he stopped in his tracks. “That's right, you said there were two things, didn't you?” Roman asked as he turned back to them Roman noticed Caspian and Lucien looked and exchanged uncomfortable glances. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight. “What is it?” Roman asked Caspian and Lucien. Caspian used his hand to massage the nape of his neck nervously as he looked at Lucien for help.

AVA My eyes flew open so fast. “Cassian doesn’t have a brother,” I said before the thought even finished forming. My voice sounded thin, weak, and not like mine at all. Roman didn’t look away from me. He didn’t blink either. He just held out the photo again and pointed at the reflection he had shown the others earlier. I saw the same corner, the same messy shadows, and the same awful angle taken way too close to where we had slept.

They kept reading. Outside the November night was cold and completely still and somewhere in Rome a senator was sleeping soundly inside twenty-two years of carefully constructed innocence. With no idea that in this study two people were dismantling it page by page.

Roman laughed, but then he noticed I wasn't laughing, and his eyes grew wide. "You're not serious, are you?" He asked, concerned. I wondered whether he was concerned for me or his cousin. "Of course not," I assured him, rolling my eyes. “You’re a tiny bit more attractive than Brandon, and I already have you—so I wouldn’t.” I closed the book and looked at Roman, who seemed relieved by my answer. "Since you're here, maybe you can help me out. You must be familiar with Penevian laws, right?"

Not to mention, there was some porno playing on the PC, which I smashed to pieces, feigning annoyance. It looked like it had been in use recently. There was some paperwork recording the raids and whatever money was gathered from the stores that were under the mafia's protection racket scheme. That's just sick... Well, there is nothing useful in here, but a picture is worth ten thousand words. There has to be some sort of switch or trigger to see something hidden beyond the wall or something. I looked around and spotted a wooden, well-polished cabinet with a portrait of a middle-aged couple flashing a cruel smile with a child in their midst.

"I can keep this one. Things are... different now. The Guerreros have been dealt with. Isabella's gone silent. And with Nikolai's help..." "Tell me about him," I interrupted, genuinely curious about this mysterious cousin who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Roman's expression softened slightly. "He's... unlike anyone I've ever met. Blind, but sees more than most people with perfect vision. He knows things he shouldn't possibly know, moves like a ghost, and somehow managed to predict every move Marcus and the Guerreros made." He helped me back into my chair, keeping one hand on my shoulder. "He's also the most infuriating person I've ever met – speaks in riddles half the time and seem

Roman considered: Ro, Re, Ra . The pain came so pure and sudden that Roman was instantly staggered. Flashes of lightning shot through his head, cutting his mind like bright knives. Startled he groaned and suddenly he felt sick, but the pain he felt was not his own. What he received was another person's final inner outcry. It was horrible. With a dry throat, Roman dragged himself to the little bench opposite the door and dropped onto it. He sat there with his hands pressed onto the metal browband on his forehead, listening, trembling, to the horribly distorted voice that echoed in his head. She sounded infinitely desperate, exhausted and discouraged, worse than he could have felt himself in t