Chapter 92 Ninety-two
- Marco’s fingers twitched as the doors to the ballroom slammed shut behind Alessia. The moment felt suspended in time, the chatter and clinking glasses fading into the background. His heart was pounding, and his body moved on instinct as he took a step toward the doors, ready to chase after her.
- Suddenly, a firm hand clamped down on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
- “Marco, don’t.”