Chapter 126

  ELENA

  No one breathes.

  Not the guards frozen mid-step.

  Not Vincenzo, whose hand lifts like he wants to pull me back and doesn't dare.

  Not even Nico or Riccardo, whose faces have gone rigid with pure, unfiltered alarm.

  Lorenzo stares at me.

  For a heartbeat...two...three.

  Then he laugh...

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