|| Cora ||
The villa was in shambles, a haunting testament to the chaos that had unfolded within its walls. The aftermath of battle was evident in every corner—broken furniture lay scattered like fallen soldiers, shattered glass glittered like shards of ice under the dim light, and the floors were stained with blood, dark and drying, a grim reminder of the lives lost and the violence that had erupted. The scent of gunpowder still clung to the air, sharp and acrid, mingling with the coppery tang of blood. It was a suffocating combination, one that made it hard to breathe, hard to think. Every inhale felt like swallowing fire, every exhale a struggle to push the weight of the world off my chest.
Lorenzo’s men moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing through the halls as they secured the
