Cesare's point of view ~~~
The moment her face changed, I felt it.
It was like the air shifted. Her expression was tight and her face had gone pale. Her eyes were wide—not in fury, not in frustration, but something worse. Grief. Real, raw grief.
And my heart? It f*****g sank like an anchor.
"Rose?" I called gently, taking a step forward.
She didn’t answer.
I moved quickly and crouched in front of her, gripping her shoulders like that would anchor her.
Then I raised her up so I could meet her eyes only to find tears formed in them. It broke me.
"What happened? Tell me what happened."
She blinked rapidly, and for a heartbeat I thought the tears would spill over, but no. She shoved them back inside like they were a weakness she couldn’t afford to show.
"I'm fine," she muttered.
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