Chapter 89

• Marco’s POV
• The night air presses heavy against my skin, the garden around the estate deceptively serene. Roses bloom under the dim glow of the lanterns, their scent heavy and sweet. But I’m no fool. Danger isn’t seasonal, It’s constant. Like the pulse in my veins.
• I’m patrolling the perimeter alone — it’s a mistake, but I don’t want to show weakness. The weight of being the head of the family has taught me to be relentless. Every shadow could be an enemy. Every sound, a whisper of betrayal.