~Chapter 79~
Katya
AN: Sorry for the late update. I'm really sorry.
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My posture like a stone statue remained rigid with stiffness that seemed to intensify, even without the lingering effects of the soul-crushing syringe wearing off.
Though I still had no visual— The unmistakeably shifts in sound and scent told me we'd left the car and arrived at the estate – my prison.
The person holding me adjusted his grip, and the unfamiliar yet slightly familiar scent of his cologne wafted towards me.
it was different different from Romeo's rugged, smoky aroma— Don't ask me but I just knew he wasn't the one cradling me.
The murmur of voices around me painted a picture of our surroundings.
Romeo's deep tone being unmistakable, and Mr. Antonio's calm yet slightly strict voice in the background.
A new voice joined the mix – a gentle feminine voice with an old, soothing melody. The voice was much calmer and refreshing.
