Chapter 29 Do You Really Think You Don't Have Power?

• The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside me were cool, meaning Alessio had been up for a while. That wasn’t unusual—he rarely slept past dawn—but something about the way last night ended had left an uneasy weight in my chest.
• I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The events of the party replayed in my head, but one thing stood out more than anything else.
• That man.The way he looked at me. The way he spoke. I wanted to see her. I had no idea what he meant, but it had shaken me in a way I couldn’t explain.