AVELINA’S POV
The sun shines bright through the windows, landing on my face. It feels like mockery and nothing like the storm within me.
Allessandro hasn’t slept the whole night. I noticed him standing by the window. Immediately I opened my eyes, wearing the same shirt as yesterday, with whiskey in one hand, my father’s ring in the other and the same tension as yesterday.
A ring he shouldn’t possess.
My breath catches. “Where did you get that?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just turns the ring over in his fingers, the old Morretti crest shining in the sunlight.
“You were clutching it last night,” he finally says. “It fell from your hold.”
My stomach twists painfully.
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Today is the day.
The day Lucia wants me alone. That day
