21 - Christine's Pov
Christine’s POV The heavy air of the lounge seemed to press against my skin, amplifying the erratic pounding of my heart. I knew I should have been relieved—safe, even—in this impenetrable fortress of glass and marble. The hotel was a haven for the elite, Mario had said, a place where even the most determined enemies would falter before breaking through the layers of security. But his words couldn’t calm the storm brewing within me. It wasn’t fear of another attack, though. It was something else entirely. Mario’s voice broke the silence, casual yet deliberate. “Whoever orchestrated that attack knew exactly where to strike. They weren’t after the guards or the property.” He paused, glancing at Luca. “They were after her.” The words landed like a thunderclap. My heart skipped a beat, the
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