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KillianI couldn’t make Sera understand the gravity of the situation. There were no secrets I could spill to her that would change the outcome of our fates. No, those were sealed. And the dream she described were similar to the dreams I’d had since the night I’d torn her from under Gabriele De Luca’s dead body and brought her here.But I hadn’t ever been the one in the coffin. No, it was always her.And every night I replayed the scene in my dreams trying to find a way to stop what I believed was inevitable. In the beginning, I knew better. I knew not to let myself get tangled up in Seraphina. Now, I found myself wandering my house in the middle of the night, again, unable to sleep because of something she’d said or done.Sera had a way of ripping me to shreds. She was right. She was always right. Everything I did was to further my agenda, to stretch my empire and put my enemies in shallow graves.But I couldn’t tell her why, because that nagging ache in my chest every time I looked a
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SeraSunlight burned my eyes as I rolled over onto my side to stare out the window and the icy landscape beyond.I’d slept like the dead after Killian and I fought. The buttons of his shirt still littered my sheets. I picked one up and rolled it between my fingers, feeling like an idiot. A big, stupid idiot.I didn’t know how to be what Killian needed me to be. We brought out the worst in each other in a lot of ways. I’d never been as true to myself, though. I’d always leaned into the doting, praise-worthy, and obedient daughter my father raised me to be, even when I went off on my own and became a teacher. I always aimed to please. I always did what I was told. I never spoke up. I never acted out. I walked a straight line and kept my chin up when inside, I was falling apart.But with Killian, I couldn’t stop myself from being the Sera I’d so heavily guarded all these years. That was why it hurt so much, I surmised. I liked who I was with him. I liked how strong I’d become, and how co
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SeraMy father.What the fuck was my father doing here?He sat with one leg crossed over the other, a cigar hanging from his fingers as he looked me up and down, and then at the plate of cinnamon rolls I’d made as a peace offering to Killian.“Got her in the kitchen, huh? I never took you as a traditionalist, Ricci,” Andre Bianchi smirked as he lifted his cigar to his mouth, his golden rings gleaming. “Smells delicious.”I felt like a deer in headlights as I stared at him, unable to move. Unable to make my mouth work. My mouth was full of cotton as I finally stumbled back through the doorway.“Sera.” Killian’s voice held a hint of surprise at seeing me, as well as a warning, as if to say I didn’t need to run away. Hearing him say my name broke me out of the trance I’d fallen into. My eyes darted to him, noticing the guilt shadowing his usually icy features.“How’s my girl?” my father said, but he didn’t really sound like he cared. I never anticipated a loving reunion between us. It h
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Killian“What the fuck is her problem?” Andre Bianchi laughed as he sat down in one of the leather armchairs in front of my desk. His cigar continued to stink up the room. “What’d you do to my sweet girl?”“Where were we?” I sat back down feeling like someone had punched me repeatedly in the gut. Maintaining my composure at the moment was nearly impossible, but it had to be done. I looked at Mattia, holding his gaze for a moment before I picked up where I’d left off when Sera came into the room and everything went to shit. “I want to know more about Seraphina’s childhood.”“Eh, she was a kid.”I eyed Andre dubiously. “Obviously.”“What do you want to know? What her Barbies’ names were? When she learned to ride a bike? Or how much I spent sending her and her fuckin’ mother to Italy every summer?”“Italy,” I replied flatly. “Sera was eight when her mother died, right?” I knew this information already. I’d been at Caterina Bianchi’s funeral, standing beside my mother and father while the
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SeraKillian’s eyes bore into Tommaso as if he were already dead, like he’d buried his best friend in the backyard, and all he had left to take care of were the technicalities of actually committing the crime. I pulled back but Tommaso’s grip around me didn’t loosen enough for me to actually put any space between our bodies.“Get off her.” Killian’s voice was so strained and violent, I felt a chill run down my spine as if someone had dragged an ice cube over my skin.Tommaso didn’t move. He stood rigid beside me, his hand hovering over my lower back. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he arguing against what Killian assumed had just happened between us? Why wasn’t he defending himself? We’d done nothing wrong. In fact, the only person in the wrong here was the one acting like he’d been slighted. I narrowed my gaze at Killian, shocked at his audacity. Who was he to accuse of anything? Turning back to Tommaso, I tugged on his sleeve. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t argue with him.”I felt rath
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Sera“Miss Sera?” Joyce’s voice tickled my ear as I stared at the room. Chaos. That was the only way to describe what I had seen, what I’d felt. Now, I felt myself going numb. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t break out of the trance I’d fallen into. Glass covered nearly every surface, and wood shards from the bookshelves mingled with the plaster that had fallen from the walls during the worst physical fight I’d ever witnessed in my life.“Sera, darling?” Joyce touched my arm, and I jolted with shock, meeting her kind, worried eyes.“I’m all right,” I said shakily, swallowing hard past the painful lump in my throat.“You’re bleeding and covered in glass,” Joyce replied with a quick, motherly smile that had my chest convulsing with a sob I desperately tried to keep hidden. She patted my hand. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”She walked me into the bathroom, the only area in the entire space that hadn’t borne the brunt of violence. She washed my bloody hand in the sink while the sounds o
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SeraKillian’s office door was closed, but that hadn’t ever stopped me before. I yanked it open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut. One look around told me the door had already been slammed so hard it had nearly come off its hinges. Killian’s office looked a mess, and several paintings had fallen off the wall, their frames shattered.“That’s fine,” he said from his desk. I turned my head and found him staring at the wall, his phone pressed to his ear. “I can meet you there at ten. Thank you, Robert.” He hung up and leaned back in his chair.He looked like shit, but I didn’t say anything as he turned his gaze toward me, looking surprised to see it was me and not someone else. Maybe he expected Tommaso to slam the door like that.The bruising on his face had set in deep, purple blotches along his jaw and cheeks. I expected to see certain smugness on whatever was left of those beautiful features I’d grown accustomed to, but for the briefest of moments, his eyes flashed with shame.He q
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