The candlelight flickered inside the grand bedroom as Elena stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The events of the last few days refused to fade — the ambush, the betrayal, and the overwhelming truth about who she really was.

Behind her, footsteps echoed against the marble floor. She didn’t need to turn to know it was him.

"You're cold," Enzo said, his voice low and unreadable. "Why didn’t you light the fire?"

"Because I can’t feel anything anymore," she whispered, turning to face him. “Not when the man I trusted with everything lied to me.”

He stopped just a few feet away from her, his sharp...