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AUTHOR’S POV
Adeline exhaled heavily as she stepped inside Luciano’s grand mansion, the weight of her return pressing down on her like a vice.
The air was thick with expectation, and even before she had fully crossed the threshold, she knew—they had been waiting and she was prepared to give them.
It was as if the walls themselves whispered her name. Luciano’s men had already spread the word, and in a matter of seconds, the entire house was set into motion that she was here.
The once-familiar halls no longer felt welcoming. The warmth she had once associated with this place had long since turned cold.
She took another step, but the moment she did, the heavy wooden doors swung open behind her, and a rush of hurried footsteps filled the space.
Adeline stopped.
Aurora was th
