The soft murmur of activity outside my door pulled me from the vortex of my troubled thoughts.
Maids' voices floated down the hallway, cheerful and unhurried, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing in my chest.
I sat on the edge of the massive bed, clutching my phone in my hand like it held all the answers to my unraveling world.
Bruno's words echoed in my head, looping endlessly:
"Deja vu. Just like her."
What exactly did he mean if he wasn't talking about the only person that I had in mind?
He couldn't have been talking about anyone but my half-sister. That connection felt undeniable now. But why would he compare my situation to hers? And what did Adrian have to do with it?
These questions swirled around in my mind without any answers being provided and I needed to know more about Adrian.
Adrian Santoro. My so-called savior. Was he truly helping me, or was I just a pawn in one of his dangerous games?