(Chapter 110: Lorenzo's POV)
The night was too quiet.
I stood at the highest tower of the fortress, the wind cold against my skin. Below, the world stretched into endless darkness—an illusion of peace hiding the chaos brewing beneath. I should've been with her. Every instinct in me rebelled against staying behind while Mira walked straight into danger.
My fingers tightened around the stone ledge. The bond between us hummed faintly, a fragile thread tying me to her presence. I could feel her—far but steady. For now.
"She'll be fine," Vicenzo's voice cut through the silence.
I didn't turn. "You don't know that."
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual smugness absent tonight. "She's stronger than you give her credit for. She survived worse before you ever stepped into her life."