Chapter Nine
It was impossible. Matteo grew up in La Dame’s household and never would have imagined the true power she possessed.
When they’d first arrived in Bela, it was to a pile of rubble. The castle was nothing but a set of ancient ruins sitting alone on the cliffs. The land surrounding the castle had been an overgrown jungle.
As Matteo stood on the balcony high up in the folds of the castle, his eyes swept the tall towers of gleaming white marble and the manicured grounds they presided over. How was any of it there when weeks ago, it hadn’t been?
“Matteo, darling,” a deceptively sweet voice called from inside.
Matteo flinched and turned to walk back through the doors. La Dame sat at the round table in the center of the room. Matteo’s father, Warren, stood to her right.
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