JEROME POV

Ciro’s words cut through me like glass. They sting, sharp and merciless, because he’s right. He always is. More often than I’ll ever admit.

He’s the smart one, the calculating one. And somehow, he’s the only person alive who doesn’t seem to realize it.

But that doesn’t excuse the chaos. It doesn’t wash away the wreckage trailing in his wake. I can’t let his logic blind me from the damage he caused

With Julia, with Celine, with our family. My ...