Chapter 82

  Vittorio POV

  I couldn't sleep.

  The room was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that felt like someone pressing a pillow over your face.

  Every time I closed my eyes, she was there.

  Katarina.

  Bloody. Screaming. Chained to a cold steel bed, whispering my name like a dying prayer.

  "Vitto...

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