“Welcome home, principessa,” Alex says, voice smooth and mocking.
Valentina doesn’t flinch. “Didn’t realize my home came with such a warm welcome. Or a personal guard dog.”
Alex steps closer, eyes locked on hers. “Your father wanted me to make sure you didn’t run off again.”
“Tell him I’m here, aren’t I?”
He scans her from head to toe, eyes narrowing slightly—almost like he’s searching for something. She stiffens under the weight of it.
“You’ve changed,” he says.
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