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The first spring (Luca's POV)
My insomnia is creeping back. After a few weeks of good sleep, I suddenly can’t keep my eyelids shut. I guess the incident from earlier shook me up a bit more than it did her. She is right here in my arms. Yet the moment I close my eyes, I get an image of her lifeless body bleeding out on some cold pavement. If the men who followed her tonight had caught up and hurt her, I would have burned this city to the ground. But even that wouldn’t rid me of the guilt. I should have held on tighter. I’ve always been overbearing, insisting on having my way. But the minute I try a gentler approach, I almost lose her. From now on, I won’t let her out of my sight for a single second. A little late now, but I can’t help regretting the way I let her go yesterday. I had already taken the stairs down to t
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