Chapter 125

• Allesio’s POV
• It was quiet out here, just the sound of crickets and the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. Rosa stood a few feet away, her posture relaxed but regal, a glass of wine cradled in her hand. She looked so at ease, so untouchable, that it almost hurt to watch her.
• I leaned against the railing of the terrace, swirling the amber liquid in my glass but not drinking it. My mind was too restless. This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about saying something—anything—to make her reconsider her place in this world. But every time, the words got caught in my throat.