Two days.
Two days locked in my room with only Maria’s silent visits to break the monotony. She brings food, takes away untouched plates, and won’t meet my eyes. I’ve become invisible again, a ghost in this marble prison.
I spend the time thinking, planning, and trying to figure out how to salvage this disaster. Marcella outmaneuvered me completely, using Luca’s love for his mother like a weapon. And I walked right into it.
Stupid. So stupid.
On the third morning, something changes.
A piece of paper slides under my door while the guard is distracted. Small, folded tight. I wait until I hear footsteps retreating before snatching it up.
The handwriting is Alessandro’s.
“Tonight. 2 AM. Garden entrance, east side. Come alone. Destroy this.”
My heart hammers. Alessandro. Here. Risking e
