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Allesio’s POV
Rosa had a way of finding me when I least wanted to be found.
I’d been avoiding her again, not because I didn’t want to see her—I always wanted to see her—but because I didn’t trust myself to be around her. Not when I was torn between the pull of what I felt for her and the guilt of what I was supposed to do.
I thought I was safe in the garden, tucked into one of the stone alcoves overlooking the manicured hedges. The air was cool and smelled faintly of lavender.. But then I heard the click of heels against the flagstones, and before I could even try to slip away, she was standing in front of me, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
“Okay, what the hell is going on?” Rosa said, her tone sharp enough to cut through the evening air.
I looked up from where I sat, trying to su
