{Nico’s pov}
She was still in the bath when I left her—steam curling around her body, fogging the mirrors, hiding the war behind those eyes that haunted me more than any ghost I’d ever faced.
I should’ve stayed. Should’ve watched her until she fell asleep or snapped again. But control was a myth, and I was one mistake away from ruining the one thing I couldn’t afford to lose. So instead, I retreated to the part of the house where there was no warmth. No steam. No skin.
Only war.
I entered the surveillance room, where Matteo stood, arms crossed and face grim. Screens flickered across the wall, every angle of the estate lit in grayscale.
“You found nothing?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Matteo shook his head. “Whoever did it was trained. They knew the camera blind spots like t
