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“Bennett? Why would you think we’d need him?” Enzo bit back a sigh. “He left a note in a book. Printed into the first page of the book, under the chapter header. I don’t know how.” He shook his head. His jaw clenched, and I realised that he needed this distraction, if only for a moment. Samael watched us unseeingly from the earth. I looked away.

"Hello? Hello? Please hear me out! I find myself isolated in my solitude, having made an erroneous decision, and I regret it deeply; it was never my intention. Had I recognized it sooner, I would have chosen Lorenzo without hesitation. I weep profusely and gradually succumb to slumber. I am stirred by the noise emanating from downstairs; I can hear my mother shouting at someone while my father speaks in a calm manner, and it is at that moment I catch the sound of Eloisa’s voice. She has come to confront me. I hastily adjust my position in bed and rise. She enters my room swiftly, her eyes filled with tears. I avert my gaze from her piercing and furious stare, unable to meet her eyes after al

Ethan came home at six-thirty. Found me still at the table. "Good day?" he said. I handed him the teacher's note. He read it. Looked at me. "The notebook?" he said. "Twelve pages," I said. "Annotated. With footnotes." He sat down beside me. "Is he in there?" he said. Quietly. Meaning himself. "First branch," I said. "Dad. Underlined." Ethan looked at the table for a moment. Said nothing.

“Your first private assignment. These marked passages… read them carefully tonight. Then tomorrow, you’ll tell me exactly how they made you feel. In your body. No academic bullshit, Evelyn” I took the book, my fingers brushing his. The contact sent sparks racing up my arm. The pages were filled with dense, sensual prose about guilt, desire, and surrender with Red ink marked several sections in his sharp, slanted handwriting—notes like “Pay attention to the mask” and “What breaks first?”

Dante’s voice rumbled. "It was a kinetic accident, Dante." Romeo said as he tried to regain his cool. “Physics mostly." “What are you guys even doing here?” I gasped Romeo looked at Irene. "She thinks The Notebook is a cinematic masterpiece. I was merely performing an intervention." "It is a classic, you soulless gargoyle!" Irene shouted as finally stepping down from the ottoman. She rushed over to me and gave me a quick side-hug before whispering, “Please tell me he is not going to kill me."

Every step was sharp, measured, as if he were always walking into an ambush. “You’ve been quiet,” Alessandro said, shutting the door behind him. “I’ve been tired,” Lorenzo replied quickly. Alessandro studied him, eyes sharp as knives. “Tired doesn’t explain everything.” Lorenzo forced a small smile. “You worry too much.” But Alessandro didn’t smile back. Instead, he crossed the room and picked up the notebook from the desk. He flipped through the blank pages, pausing on the scribbles Lorenzo had tried to pass as notes.

Althea slowly smiled, glad that she has Helena, who always reminds her that she wasn’t alone. She returned once more to Alessandro's journal, turning carefully toward its final pages. Most remained blank. Until one sentence. Short. Almost forgotten and written differently from the rest. As though after a while. She read it quietly. If you are reading this, then you already know enough to stop searching for doors. She froze. Helena immediately noticed. "What?"

“What if he heard you?” “He knows Spanish?” Diego lowers his voice, sounding surprised. “Yes, Diego, he does.” I shut my eyes and blow out a breath, trying to clear my thoughts, but all I can think about are Dante’s eyes—the way he looks at me, whatever that means, since I haven’t noticed that look. I knew from the start that we were both sexually attracted to each other, but this is new. Just then, the devil himself strolls in with a bottle of wine. “Tignanello–Antinori, 2018,” he says proudly as the bottle lands on the marble counter with a soft thunk. “This one changed the game for Italian reds.”

"Don't worry. They're alive. Just unconscious. I needed to talk to you privately, Isabella. Without your overprotective husband interfering." "If you hurt them…." "I said they're fine," Antonio interrupted. "Though I can't say the same for your sister if you don't cooperate. Now…." He gestured to the papers. "Those look like Marco's notes. The ones I thought I'd destroyed. Tell me, Isabella, what do they say?" "Nothing," Isabella lied, clutching the pages. "Just restaurant accounts…."

Dante’s POV It was nearly midnight when I finally found something. A small notation in the corner of one of the manifestos. It was easy to miss, but something about it caught my eye. “Guys,” I said, my voice tight with excitement. “I think I found something.” Rico looked up from his phone, Elena and Genci turned from their work. “What is it?” Elena asked, coming over to look at the paper in my hand. “This notation here,” I said, pointing to the small writing in the corner. “It’s a reference number. And I think I’ve seen it before.”