“Step. Away.”
His voice cracked like a whip, sharp enough to cut steel. It wasn’t a request. It was an order from a man who was used to life and death hanging on his every word.
Serena exhaled, a sound of dramatic relief. “Thank you. Finally. She terrified me.”
I had no choice. Slowly, gently, I shifted Mrs. Rosa against the armrest of the velvet chair. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely feel my fingers. I stood up, my ribs throbbing where Serena had kicked me.“Mrs. Moretti needs a doctor,” I said, holding my ground even though my legs felt like water. “Please. Don’t leave her alone with—”
“I trusted you,” Dante muttered, his voice low, directed more at himself than at me.
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