Chapter 72 Secrets
- Lucas
- Marcello’s grip on Alessia was firm, his gun pressed against her temple, his finger resting too comfortably on the trigger. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with something that wasn’t just hostility—it was recognition. And then, just as I was ready to lunge at him, Alessia moved.
- It was quick, a subtle shift in her stance, her fingers twitching in a way only I noticed. A signal. An opening.