Chapter 27 Unspoken Truce

• Russo’s POV
• The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I blinked awake, feeling a strange sense of calm that I hadn’t known in years. My usual morning was filled with the weight of past demons and the cold resolve of a man who had built his life on control and power. But today was different. Today, I felt lighter.
• I lay still for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as the remnants of last night’s dream lingered at the edges of my mind. It wasn’t the fire that haunted me most now, it was the soft touch, the lullaby that had pulled me from the nightmare. My mother’s voice had always been a comfort, but last night, it was Cleo’s.