{Elena’s pov}
The space beside me was cold when I woke.
I sat up slowly, pushing the heavy blanket off my legs. My hand slid across the sheets, smooth and cool where Nico’s body had been hours ago. The other side of the bed was empty, untouched since he’d left.
He had not said where he was going when he got the call.
He hadn’t needed to.
I had learned enough about Nico Moretti to know that when he moved like that — quiet, focused, no wasted words — something dangerous was about to happen. Something final.
The memory of last night sat heavy in my chest.
His voice still rang sharp in my ears.
You betrayed me. I own you. If you run again, I’ll tear you apart piece by piece.
I swallowed hard and pushed myself to my feet. My legs were stiff, my body sore. It had been days since I’d sl
