Chapter 126
- Allesio’s POV
- Rosa sat across from me in the library, on the leather sofa, her legs curled under her, a glass of whiskey in her hand. The amber liquid caught the dim light, glowing faintly as she turned it in slow circles. Her hair was loose tonight, falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and the sharpness that usually defined her was muted. Relaxed. Open.
- Too open.