Remo's POV
The wind outside howled like a distant scream, brushing against the cold stone walls of the fortress that bore my name. Dawn was still hours away, but the weight of it pressed on my chest like a boulder—Ella's trial. A fûcking trial, as if she were just another omega caught trespassing, not the one who had clawed her way into my thoughts, into the hollow chest I called a heart.
I stood before the high window, watching the dark horizon where the mountains bled into shadow. My reflection flickered faintly on the glass, the scar that ran down my jaw catching the sliver of moonlight. The face everyone feared.
Behind me, the door creaked open.
Christian's voice slithered through the silence, sharp with amusement. "Should we be worried that you haven't broken something yet?"
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