Tabitha’s POV
The air in the mansion felt charged, as though every shadow and corner knew something was coming. I moved through the halls with a newfound purpose, each step bringing me closer to the edge of a line I couldn’t uncross. But the thought didn’t scare me. Not anymore.
I reached my room and pulled open the wardrobe, eyes scanning over the new clothes Fabrizio had chosen for me, each piece sleek and dark, fit for someone who was no longer just his partner but his equal. The woman staring back at me in the mirror looked fierce, resolved, and ready for whatever lay ahead. She was a different person than the one who had first entered this world.
The loss still lingered, like a shadow in the back of my mind, but it had transformed into something else—a relentless, simmering determi
