LIA’S POV

The world rotates while they pull me through the estate's shadowy corridors. My wrists are tied, and my body remains frail from the gunshot injury. My thoughts urge me to battle, but I understand more. Antonio never takes action without having a strategy. If I oppose it, it will merely entertain him. Or even worse—he'll take it as evidence that I am not his. I clench my jaws as we arrive at an impressive double door at the corridor’s end. The guards swing it wide, unveiling ...