Alessandro's POV
The room reeked of antiseptic and fear. A sickly-sweet odour, clinging to the stale air, twisted in my gut, a knot of dread tightening with each inhaled breath. Violation. Betrayal. The words echoed in the silence of the ransacked examination room, the pristine white walls now stained with the shadows of violence.
I stood amidst the wreckage, the overturned examination table, the scattered medical instruments. My gaze swept over the room, cataloguing the details, each one a fresh wound, a brand seared into my memory. Ripped paper. Discarded gloves. A smear of blood on the cold, sterile tiles. Evidence of her terror. Of Luke’s cruelty. He took her. The thought coiled tight in my gut, an icy poison seeping into my blood that turned my grief to rage, my fear to a cold, hard
