ALESSANDRO'S POV
Alessandro awoke to a dark room that was not his own.
His body jerked impulsively as he struggled to place himself. The unfamiliar smells, sterile atmosphere, and silence among him drew shivers through his already cold body.
Slowly, he regained focus, noting the tubes in his arms, scratchy sheets beneath him, and the food tray beside his mattress. Realization dawned about what had happened to get him in this hospital bed.
He'd been on a date with Maria and gone off to find a spot for them to eat only to be shot down mid-flight at the hand of Desdemona.
Fury sparked within him as he remembered their conversation: Desdemona assuming that he would leave at the will of her word with no fight. When he declined…well, things were black after that, but here he was.
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