Chapter 37
- VALENTINA
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- Gustavo lay across the bed, half-covered in blood-soaked bandages, the sheets twisted under him. His jaw was tight, teeth clenched like pain was something he could choke down if he just held still enough. His skin was pale under the bruises, his chest rising slow and shaky. But his eyes—those sharp, unreadable eyes—they were open. Watching me.