CHAPTER 70: PASSION WITHOUT STRUCTURE

LUCA

My room didn’t change—same velvet curtains, same creaking floorboard near the window, same smell of lemon oil and politics. I close the door behind me and press my back to it, letting out a slow breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

God, I hate this place.

Not for its beauty—Palazzo C...

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