Sara Ikari Rodriguez
The photo lay between us on the table like something alive — something toxic.
I kept staring at it, even though every second made me feel colder.
A picture of Matio at the Ikari estate.
Standing in front of Hannah.
And the message written behind it — the one no one should know.
My chest tightened. “You didn’t tell me about this.”
“I know,” he said.
He wasn’t defensive.
He wasn’t angry.
He was… calculating. Quiet. Like someone who, for once, didn’t know whether to protect or destroy.
I swallowed. “Matio… this isn’t just someone sending notes anymore.”
“I’m aware.”
“So what do we do?”
He looked up at me.
And I swear something in his eyes wasn’t just protective — it was territorial.
“We make them come to us.”
Matio Rodriguez
I expected her to panic.
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