I close Mia's bedroom door with a gentle touch, the final click signaling that I had achieved my goal. My hands still seem to burn with the warmth of her touch, and the image of her face lingers in my mind like an unexpected memory. But I can't allow myself to be seduced by emotions. I have a purpose, a plan that needs to be executed.
I walk down the hallway to my own room, which is one floor below theirs. The weight of betrayal hangs over me, but I push it to the back of my mind. I need to focus. I need to keep my attention on what's at stake. It's more than just exposing the lies of Giovanni and Mia; it's about asserting my position, reclaiming what was taken from me.
My thoughts drift back to Mia. Her touch, the taste of her lips, the way her eyes gleamed with surprise and desire... h
