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And then, as if sensing it, he stands.
“I’ll grab dessert,” he says casually.
Vasilisa gasps. “Wait—is ittheone? Please tell me it’s the one.”
Angelo gives a small smirk over his shoulder. “Only the best for you, Tiny.”
When he returns, it’s with a tray in his hands, ice cream melting over chocolate snack cakes, stacked and plated like it’s fine dining. Vasilisa claps happily, reaching for a spoon immediately.
Santo’s eyes on her, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You spoil me,” she beams.
Angelo’s already sliding back into his seat, placing a dish in front of me with care.
Then, beneath the table, he takes my hand.
Warm. Grounding.
Our eyes meet.
And I know.
It’s time.
“I need to tell you both the truth. All of it.”
He’s steady. So I’ll be steady, too.
The air freezes.
Santo leans back in his chair, arms crossing, his expression unreadable. “Go on then.”
Next to him, Vasilisa reaches for his arm, her fingers tapping against his sleeve in gentle rhythm.
“Be open,” she murmurs.
His jaw tics. But he nods once.
Angelo squeezes my hand, just slightly.
And I take a breath. Steady. Anchored.
Here we go.
Because this is where everything unravels—and finally begins.
Chapter 43
Angelo
Iknew telling my brother about the fire, and Maksim’s involvement, would piss him off.
I expected him to take a swing.
I expected Scythe to explode out of him like shrapnel, maybe even a gun drawn just to remind me who the monster really is.
What I didn’t expect—
