Chapter 59

LUCA’S POV

The minute I stepped into the cottage, I knew.

The air was wrong.

Too still.

Too silent.

My boots hit the floor with slow, deliberate steps. The fire had died down. The curtains fluttered. One of Georgia’s overpriced iPads—smashed to hell—lay on the floor like a warning. The wine bott...

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