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suspicion, and something else simmering behind that golden gaze which he c
se I showed too m
no option. The blade that I'd used to stop the assassin was clean
recise, too... cold. A mafia princess should flinch at violence. She sh
r flinched. My e
ust a mafia princ
in one of the mansion's countless guest rooms, the same hands that twisted a man
don't even know what I am anymore. My reflection flickers for half a second-not
r the speed of it. Not just the instincts. But... the darkness. The
and exhale slowl
them. The library smells like smoke and silence. The fire crac
leather armchair with a glass of something da
sleep?" I
sin then pretends to be just another spoiled mafia heiress."
. "I thanked you the second I didn't bleed out on the floor." He stands s
ow. "No one fights like that by acc
oring. That was survival." The silence s
ruths I haven't admitted. "I'm not who you think I am," I finally s
bl
does th
decide if I'm prey-or kin. "My father didn't arrange this marriage," he say
this deal? So was I. Someone pushed this union. So
gs for longer than we know." I
he admits. "But I
crawling up my spine. "You think we're being used?" "I know we are." He
silen
is strange pull toward something larger than blood feuds and territoria
s. "Then we fin
r a breath like he didn'
the same time. Footsteps thundered down the hall. Damien yanks o
he hallway makes
llet in his shoulder, clutching a sealed black envelope. Damien gr
But not
forest clearing. Blood on my hands. Eyes glowing faintly si
breath catches. Damien's hand tightens around th
ever seen that
ing behind me. And I remember what it whis
's voice is a whisper now. "What are you, Isabella?" And f
understand? My pulse thunders in my ears, and a strange heat rises beneath my ski
d slowly, even though I wish I could lie. Even though I wish I could still believe
wing." My breath catches. I turn away, but it's too late. The heat s
e... then shatter with a deafening pop, plunging u
ible over the ringing in my ears