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Rosa’s POV
Dinner had been tense, to put it lightly. The kind of tension that sticks to your skin, makes the air heavier, and every word feel like a weapon. It wasn’t new to me, being in situations like this—powerful men with their piercing gazes and loaded questions. But Allesio? He was a different story altogether.
I couldn’t stop staring at him.
Not because I wanted to—no, that would’ve been too simple. It was the way he carried himself, the silent command of his presence that made it impossible to look away. Even when I tried to focus on Emilia or Alaric, my eyes betrayed me, darting back to him every chance they got.
Dinner was over now, and Emilia and Alaric were putting Francesca to bed. That left me in the dining room with him. Alone.
I hated how my pulse quickened.
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