Alara
The next morning, I woke up with a knot in my stomach. The weight of the conversation with Vittorio still lingered, but I made a decision—one that would put my sanity first. I couldn’t afford to keep obsessing over him, over what he might do. If Vittorio was stupid enough to carry out his plan and Bastian caught wind of it, then that was his problem. I’d made my payment, and as far as I was concerned, my involvement ended there. The last thing I needed was to let that psychopath’s actions consume me.
I rolled over in bed and found Lucas still sound asleep next to me. His chest rose and fell softly, his face serene. For a moment, I let myself get lost in the sight of him, letting the peace of the moment sink in. Lucas had always been my safe harbor, my comfort. I had to push all thi
