book 2 Epilogue: Ours
The city sparkled below them. --- Lights stretching endlessly into the night— alive, powerful, untouchable. --- Just like him. --- Just like them. --- Elena stood at the balcony, the soft fabric of her dress shifting with the breeze, her fingers resting lightly against the cool railing. --- It had been months. --- Months since the war ended. Months since everything changed. --- And yet— this moment felt like the beginning. --- “You’re thinking too much again.” --- His voice came from behind her. Low. Familiar. --- A small smile touched her lips before she turned. --- Alessandro DeLuca stood there—exactly as he always did. Controlled. Composed. Dangerous. --- But not the same. --- Not anymore. --- “Am I?” she asked. --- He stepped closer, his gaze stead
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