Chapter 202 A Declared War

• The moment he heard Vincenzo’s name, Tommaso halted mid-step and turned toward her at once.
• “Don’t fuck with me, Miss Whitmore,” Vincenzo shot back, his voice hard and edged with irritation, as if each word were being spat through clenched teeth. “Cut that bullshit familiarity.”
• Seraphina closed her eyes for an instant, feeling the impact of those words like a slap—not because of the rudeness, but because of the weight of someone who had once known her too closely to accept distance.