Chapter 78 Hurts Like Death

• Hours later, Marco left his room in chaos, locking it behind him. He didn’t speak to anyone. Not to Stefano. Not to Serena. He had said more than enough to her—and far too much to himself already.
• So he just left.
• He moved like a shadow through the villa, his breath shallow, his hands still tingling with the ghost of her skin. The air around him felt thick, dense, like it knew something had changed. Like the walls themselves were watching.