Rosette’s point of view ~~~
When the call ended, the screen of my phone glowed back at me like an accusation. For a few seconds, I just stood there frozen, my mind struggling to process what had just happened.
Cesare’s voice hadn’t even filled the line because there had been no voice. Only the sound of harsh, ragged breathing, and then I heard a low grunt just before he hung up.
Pain. It had been pain, I was sure of it.
My heart squeezed in a way I hated, something anxious unfurling in my stomach.
I shouldn’t feel this way. I had no reason to. He was the kind of man who probably ran headfirst into trouble just for the thrill of it.
He lived and breathed chaos; danger wrapped around him like a second skin. If he sounded hurt, then maybe it was just another night in his world.
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