KATE CONNOR.

ITALY.

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My thoughts keep churning inside my head, spinning through hypothetical scenarios where everything ends in the worst possible way. I shouldn’t have let him go alone to that meeting. It’s more than obvious now—this whole thing is a Sartori trap. They never act on impulse. They don’t take a single step without measuring it a thousand times first.

I pace back and forth nervously, as if movement could make the answers come faster, until I stop in front of the window. The night outside looks completely dark, no trace of the Moon, and I can’t help but feel like it’s a clear sign of bad omen.

"Aarón, what an idiot you've been… you shouldn’t have gone alone," I murmur anxiously, taking a deep breath in a useless attempt to calm the anxiety eating away at me from the inside.

I close my eyes and clench my fists tightly. My mind won’t stop imagining the worst-case scenarios. No matter how hard I try to convince myself that everything will be okay, I can’t sha