CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE WARNING
~MATTEO’S POV~
Nico disappeared to carry out the order, and I stayed where I was, watching the dusk fall over the garden like a velvet curtain
Hiding sharp things beneath it.
Cyril always had a flair for theatrics. Showing up like this was no accident. It was a message, yes but, also a move in a game he knew I hated playing.
I made my way back to the dinning table, The storm that was brewing inside of me was perfectly calm down. Clean shirt, no blood, no weapons visible.
But i was armed. Always.
Cassie was speaking to Agnes, handing her a plate of food, her voice quiet but steady. She didn’t notice me at first.
Her dress clung to her delicately, all black and clean lines. Modest neckline, long sleeves. She looked like a doll placed on a shelf—neat, dist
