Alessia's POVI stepped back as if my feet moved on their own. My heart thudded against my ribs in uneven bursts, drowning out everything but that voice.“Marco?” I said again, his name tasting like disbelief and salt.He looked older and leaner. The warm, teasing brother I once adored had hardened into someone else. His dark hair was shorn close, his jaw sharper than I remembered, eyes colder.“Alessia,” he said, and for a moment, I saw it—the flicker of the boy who used to sneak chocolates into my room and promise to always protect me.Dominic’s arm came around me instinctively, his stance guarded. “Who the hell is this?”“My brother,” I breathed. “Marco, they said you were dead.”“I was supposed to be,” he said, voice flat. “That’s what they wanted.”He stepped into the apartment. Dominic didn’t move, but neither did he lower his guard. I could feel the weight in his body; tense, calculating, ready.“Where have you been?” I asked, my voice quieter now, like I was afraid speaking to
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