Chapter 112 One Hundred & Twelve

Giovanni led her up the wide staircase in silence. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, every step echoing softly. He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall.

“You can stay here,” he said, opening it.

The room was warm and familiar. Soft lights. Pale curtains. The bed neatly made.

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