The next few days were a blur of tension and uncertainty, the heavy weight of the threat lingering in the air like a storm cloud that refused to break. Giana tried to settle back into the routine of life at the mansion, but everything felt different now. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper from the servants, made her skin prickle. The words from the unknown sender still echoed in her mind, and no matter how many times she told herself not to worry, it gnawed at her.
Cassio had assured her he’d handle it. But as the days passed and nothing seemed to change, a gnawing unease tightened around her heart. She couldn’t just ignore it—she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was always watching.
And then, as if to prove her instincts correct, a new wrinkle emerged in the tension: R
