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I blink, confused. “Why? For the finalization of the ceremony plans? The ceremony isn't for months.”

He stills.

“…Ceremony plans?”

I frown. “For our wedding. You said you wanted a ceremony… or did I make that up in my head?”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest.

He leans in, his nose brushing mine.

“No, you didn’t make it up. I do want one. I just didn’t realize you were planning it.”

“I told my mother,” I murmur. “She’s been planning.”

His brows lift, amused. “So we’re having a Florida wedding?”

I shake my head immediately. “Oh, no. The whole brood is coming here.”

He smirks. “Were you going to tell me when the ceremony was happening?”

I smile against his mouth. “Yeah… at some point.”

He exhales a soft laugh, pulling me tighter, like he already knows he’s lost whatever say he thought he had—and doesn’t mind at all.

Chapter 60

Angelo

Two weeks Later

Iwait until she’s curled up on the couch, blanket over her legs, hair up in a bun.

There’s tea in her hands. One of the mint blends she likes that smells like toothpaste.

She’s peaceful.

Glowing.

Which is exactly why I hesitate.

Because what I’m about to say might make her less peaceful.

I clear my throat.

She glances up, one brow raised. “Yes, Amor?”

Shit. That tone. She already knows I’m about to confess something.

I walk toward her slowly, hands in the pockets of my pants like maybe that’ll soften it. “I’ve got something to ask you.”

Her eyes narrow—half amusement, half suspicion.

I lower myself beside her. “I, uh… still have Gio. Had Nico keeping him alive until I could ask if you wanted to do the honors.”

She blinks. “The honors?”

I nod once. “He’s in the basement. At the townhouse. He’s in pretty bad shape, but still alive. You could choose how I end him—or do it yourself.”

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