The Watch Dog
The silence in the Rossi estate was no longer peaceful; it was a prison. Leo hadn't mentioned the "Lost Weekend" since we returned, but his actions spoke louder than words. He had changed the security codes. He had restricted my credit cards. And on Monday morning, he called me into the foyer to meet my new shadow. "Elena, this is Julian," Leo said, gesturing to the man standing next to him. Julian was a specimen of pure, calculated discipline. He was tall, with the build of an MMA fighter and eyes that missed nothing. He wasn't like Theo; he wasn't soft. He was a professional. "Julian is ex-special forces," Leo continued, casting a pointed glance toward the front door where Dante had just entered. "He’ll be with you twenty-four-seven. He’ll drive you to class, wait outside your lectur
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