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The Madrid night clung to Alessia’s skin as her black sedan glided into the drive of the Valerius villa at two in the morning. Inside, the grand foyer was a tomb of silence, broken only by the precise click of her heels on marble. She moved with a dancer’s control, slipping out of her shoes to muffle her arrival—or so she pretended. Falco waited in the shadows, his expression inscrutable, a deep frown marking his face as he watched her cross the threshold. The space between them vibrated with the silent strain of an alliance built on legacy, now worn thin by years and diverging ambitions. Alessia met his stare, her dark eyes holding a calm defiance, a bored gloss over the keen awareness of his displeasure. She didn’t yield. Instead, she offered a careless lift of her shoulder, the…