Lorenzo

As I carefully made my way downstairs to the ground floor with Eva cradled in my arms, her sudden stirring broke the silence. Her eyes snapped open, a sudden flash of determination burning within them.

"Put me down now," she demanded, her voice firm despite the undeniable weakness that lingered.

My grip tightened instinctively, concern etching deep lines across my face. "Are you okay, though?"

Eva's steely glare pierced through me, silencing any further questions. "Put me down," she repeated, her tone icy and unwavering.

"Eva, please—" I attempted to reason with her, my heart twisting with worry.

"Put me down, Lorenzo," she cut me off, her voice dropping...