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(Leo's POV)

Zietta was immediately rushed to the hospital wing of the castle by Felix and the other medical staff that worked on the grounds along with the rest of us. Blood boiling and hands clenching, I knocked my knuckles on the small round white table upon which a large vase sat. My fist was seconds away from breaking it in anger before Federigo strode down the hall with Zio Valerio.

"Cos'è successo (What happened)?" Federigo asked, his voice and demeanor still calm and composed.

My fingers frustratedly drove through my strands at a painful pace as Aurora answered my father whilst brushing away a tear from her cheek. "Mom was poisoned, Zio. She vomited and there was a good amount of blood in it."

"Poisoned?" Federigo queried, his brows pinching together and his hands sliding into his pockets. "How?"

          "I think it was in the porridge that was brought for Verona. She snagged a spoonful of it and looked uneasy after that. Then she started puking blood," Athena informed us all, which only poked a rod of fear through me.

          My eyes immediately found Verona's teary ones as they solemnly gazed at me. With long strides, I reached her side and asked, "Did you eat it?"

          Shaking her head, her lips quivered as she whispered, "I was going to." Her trembling arms sat to her sides, away from Zietta's bloody vomit on her clothes as I frowned at the state the people I cared dearly for were in.

"Get that porridge tested immediately," Zio Raff ordered some men in a hurried tone as Zio Omer's chest heaved abnormally in silent fury that he was repressing right beneath the surface.

          "And there's no need to form a crowd around here," Federigo chided everyone in a stern tone. "You'll be informed when we get any news. Disperse!"

          From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ray storming down the hall in our direction, his face glowing with fear and rage. "Where is she?" he yelled, Zio Carmelo stomping down right behind him.

          Distancing myself a bit from Verona, I took it upon myself to deal with him. "Felix is operating on her."

          As if my words were a whistle of the wind, he whooshed right past me in a hurry to get through the doors of the operating room. "I'm going in."

          "Let Felix do his job, Ray," I advised him, holding him back by his arm.

          Due to the stress exuding from all of us and tension swimming in the air, his anger bottled down on me as he threw me a glare. "She's not your fucking mom, Leo, she's mine, so fuck off!" he snapped, shoving my chest back with a forceful and threatening push.

          "Stop it!" Before I could retaliate and punch his face in, Mother stepped into the situation and held me back with her mere voice. "I understand that you both are on edge because we all are. We cannot be turning on one another like this, so act like the grown men you are."

          Heeding her orders, I stood my ground, but my eyes were busy stabbing knives into him while his did the same before he went into the operating room without another word.

          "Leonardo," Federigo called me over. Reluctantly, I approached him in a non-threatening fashion with a slow pace working on my feet. "I think you should get Verona tested. We don't know what kind of poison it was, and your wife is covered in the blood of the poisoned woman."

          "I know, father."

          I nodded, watching unrest creep onto his trimly bearded face with a subtle hint of trepidation that he was masking brilliantly, but I still saw through it all. Somewhere deep within my heart, I knew that he profoundly cared for Zia Aria even though he barely interacted with her after Leona died. He saw my mother in her, and it was quite evident by how he'd keep his distance every time she was around, and she did the same. I had noticed them exchanging sorrowful glances quite a few times with so much to say but neither one of them ever stepped forward to do so. There was an unsaid tension between them, and it wasn't only because of the death of my mother. I could always tell there was something more but didn't know exactly what.

          However, I couldn't fathom how a man was supposed to react when his dead wife came before his eyes in the shape of her sister that you couldn't talk to, touch, or even look at sometimes without feeling anything. How hard it must've been to see the woman you loved love someone else, but she also wasn't the woman you loved or were married to at the same time. Same face, however, different people. Alas!

          Gathering my incessant thoughts and shutting them behind a door, my eyes briefly paused on Arie who was starting to walk away with Sophie, but her sympathetic brown marbles gazed back at me. I did understand some of my father's anguish because I was looking right at the woman I loved; whom I couldn't touch or even talk to without having my emotions being swept up in a whirlwind of turmoil.

And then there was my wife whom I loved too; who was also in so much pain herself and endured hell for me. A small part of me knew that I didn't deserve a wonderful woman like her, but I could never bring myself to abandon her no matter what, especially not after what happened. I vowed to protect her till my last breath. I failed her once. I wasn't going to make that mistake ever again.

          Arie sauntered away into the distance and vanished like a mist of my imagination as I turned to Verona who was trying hard to hold herself together, which managed to plaster a dismal frown on my face, but before I could console her, a little girl ran down the hall on her small legs.

          "Mommy!" Elisa, Aurora's five-year-old daughter, hugged her mother's legs and stared up with her glittering blue eyes as Vince handed me and Zio Omer a shirt to throw on that we had forgotten by the sandpit outside. "What ha-" She took a deep breath due to the sprint she did and calmed her racing little heart. "What happened to nonna?"

          "Nonna is a little sick, sweetheart. Your Uncle Ray is inside, so she'll be fine in no time." Aurora calmed her jittery daughter down and looked at me. "Isn't that right, Uncle Leo?"

          Forcing my lips into a little smile for Elisa, I kneeled down to get to her eye level and lifted up her chin slowly. "You trust your Uncle Leo, right?" She nodded with a snicker. "Your nonna will be back to chasing you around the castle soon. Work on your running until she gets better."

          "She never catches me, Zio!" She rolled her little eyes at me just like Aurora used to when we were kids. "Even you can't catch me."

          I faked a gasp for the girl. "Is that a challenge, Principessa Elisa?"

          "You will lose, Zio," she giggled adorably.

          Scrunching my nose, I gave into her little play and sighed. "You're right. I can never win against you."

          She sniggered and pecked my cheek before Zio Carmelo spoke up. "Aurora, take Elisa to her room. A kid shouldn't be here."

Aurora contained her overbearing emotions as I rose up to my feet and gave my cousin a reassuring nod. I knew she didn't want to go, but it wasn't going to help her to sit around for hours waiting to hear anything. "I will, Dad," she answered her father, taking a step closer to me. "The porridge came for Verona, Leo, so someone was trying to poison her, but Mom ate it first. That person messed up big time, and I need you to find out who did this."

"Don't worry. I will get the person." I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and urged her to leave while Severino, her husband, decided to stay back with the rest of us.

(Mariano Di Vaio as Severino Rossi.)

I finally turned to Verona and slowly got closer to her with tiny steps, caressing her warm cheek. "I want you to go with a doctor and get tested for anything unusual since Zietta vomited on you. Okay?" My eyes darted to Zee who stood behind my wife in a meek posture as her hands fiddled in dread. She was the one who always brought food for Verona, and she had the easiest access to my  wife than any other staff member here. Even some of my own family members couldn't get as close to Verona as Zee did.

          Sidestepping my wife, I grabbed Zee by her throat and pinned her to the wall with force, leaving her to gasp for air. "Why do you look so scared, Zee? Did you poison the food?"

            She didn't dare to rebel and push me away, or even touch me as anger engulfed my body whole, making me squeeze her neck tighter. "N-No, sir," she hardly croaked out the words from her mouth.

            "Don't fucking lie to me!" I lifted her off the floor with all the strength in my right arm, using the wall for support as my fingers fastened further around her small neck.

          "Let her go." Verona pleaded to spare her friend, but she didn't know that this friend might be the one behind the attacks. Paying no heed to her words, I crushed Zee's throat without any remorse as she struggled, her legs dangling in the air. "Ho detto lasciala andare, perpiacere (I said let her go, please)!"

           Verona jerked on my arm, but her pull wasn't strong enough to falter me as Zee's face began drifting to a pale bluish-gray color from the lack of oxygen. The veins on her forehead bulged, her eyes getting glassy and vision hazy. In a final attempt to stop me, Verona suddenly  appeared between me and the girl and forcefully pushed me away with all the strength in her weak body. Zee's unconscious body plummeted to the floor like a sack of potatoes behind my wife who lowered herself to the floor beside the girl with an audible whimper escaping her lips whilst keeping a steady hand on her wound. Her sad eyes then gazed up at me with a faint hint of disappointment.

          "Tesoro," I breathed out, shaking my head and pinching the bridge of my nose to calm the angry beast inside me that was itching to burn everyone down. "Don't protect her when she could be the one behind the stabbing and the poisoning."

          Verona shook her head in outright refusal to believe my statement. "She has been by my side for years now. She can't be behind this."

          "You can't be so sure of that," I countered. "She has the most access to you than any other staffer here. She gets you everything, even your food that was poisoned today."

          "She doesn't make the food," Verona shoved the words out of her mouth in a gentle tone so that only I could hear her. She never liked making a scene. "I trust her completely, Leo, and you should believe me when I say that she does not have the heart to hurt me or anyone else. She's just a little girl," she argued further in Zee's defense which only fueled my rage at her naiveté, but I forced myself to conciliate and kept my rage in check for her. I couldn't make Verona the target of my anger, but I also needed to appease her for now.

          I sighed in defeat to her. "Okay." With a nod, I silently ordered some men to take away Zee's unconscious body as I helped Verona up myself. She winced again, pressing down on her injury. "Are you okay?" My fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt to take a look at the injury, but she stopped my hand and laid it back to my side.

          Her distressed blue pearls glanced at me for a brief second. "I should get checked now." She slowly walked away with Martina who was another doctor in the palace. Each step for her was even more painful than the last one as her hand tried to soothe her stitched up wound that sent a jolt of pain vibrating through my own body. Cristo! Every part of me screamed that she was upset with me, but I knew she wouldn't tell me that which left me standing in utter dismay.

The rest of us sat around, pacing at times, watching the time fly by painfully slow when Zio Omer broke the daunting silence with a bellow. "Get all the staff members in here!" he barked at a cluster of men as he grew crimson by the passing second. His nails were digging deep into his palms, veins protruding on his forehead. He was the calmest, fun, and easygoing uncle around here, but someone dared to harm his sister. The wrath he'd rain upon the culprit was inconceivable, for I was thinking of ways to rip the person apart into hundreds of pieces myself.

When the staff assembled in a large room, I cracked my knuckles and made my way there alongside Zio Omer and my father being followed by some other men of the family. Each one of the staff members stood straight, chins high and hands behind their backs with no sign of fear or a sense of guilt until my sharp gaze landed on Zaya. Droplets of sweat glistened on her forehead which piqued my curiosity.

          As they interrogated the cooks, I approached the girl alone. "It isn't that hot in here, Zaya, so why the hell are you sweating?" I put her on the spot, forcing her eyes to flicker to mine as I towered over her small stature. "You and your sister have been planning something?"

"I wouldn't dare to, sir." She lowered her gaze and cleared her throat. "Zee and I haven't been planning anything."

My index finger ran down the side of her temple slowly, picking on some of her sweat as she winced at my dangerous touch on her heated skin. "Explain the sweat then, sweetheart."

She gulped, sucking air in through her nostrils. "I saw something, sir."

"Is that so?" My fingers clutched her jaw, forcing her eyes up to meet mine once again. "Enlighten me. And it better not be a lie."

"I saw someone in the kitchen earlier."

"One of the cooks?" I queried, loosening my hold on the girl.

"I don't think so." She shook her head as much as my imprisoning hands allowed her to. "I was walking by the kitchen area and saw someone in a big black hoodie in there. When I started asking casual questions, the person began to run, so I chased behind b-but could only get the hood off before I lost her."

"Did you see the face?"

"No. I didn't see her face, but she did have long blonde hair."

Blonde? It couldn't be the same blonde from Lina's rape, could it? We never caught that bitch who was in cahoots with Astor, but I wouldn't take that possibility off the table. The other blondes here were Ilaria, Aurora, and Zia Aria. Zietta was out of the suspicion box right off the bat. Aurora would've stopped her mother from eating the porridge if she had poisoned it herself, so that only left Ilaria because there was no staff member with blonde hair in the palace. The castle was highly protected to the point where we could detect anyone entering or leaving from a ten-mile radius. They couldn't get past our traps or without tipping off any signals, so it had to be someone who was still in the palace.

I didn't want to hold Ila accountable because she was just like Belle to me. She didn't lie to Zietta the other day about attacking Verona, that I knew for a fact. She wouldn't have dared to do anything after that day, and she also didn't have long hair. Her strands just exceeded her shoulders by a couple inches. So, maybe the person was wearing a wig? Fuck, I didn't even know.

"Did anyone else see a blonde running around?" I bellowed the question.

"No, sir!" They all shouted in unison which made me question Zaya's credibility.

Immediately, I nailed her to the wall by her throat and held on tightly. "Are you lying to save your sister?"

She struggled to speak, her brows pinching together to form a unibrow. "S-Sir, I-I am telling the tr-truth. Zee can't h-hurt an-anyone."

"Leo, let her go!" Gus pulled me away from the girl worriedly. "She said she isn't lying."

"And I'm supposed to believe her because my dear brother is fucking her?" I roared in rage as he backed away from me in tiny steps with his hands slightly in the air.

"You know?"

I snorted, shaking my head. "And I also know that Ray is fucking Zee. How fucking brilliant!"

"Look, brother," Gus tried to calm me down, lowering his voice to a soft whisper only meant for me as he pulled me to the side. "Zaya and her sister have been with us for a very long time now. Zee has helped Verona through so much and has been with her every step of the way ever since she got back. You trusted Zee with Verona and trusted Zaya with Arie, right?"

He laid his hand on my arm that I yanked off instantly. "The person tried to come for Verona again, but Zietta got caught in the crossfire this time. And I'm not going to take any fucking chances." Stepping closer to him, I subtly poked his chest. "Maybe you're the one behind this."

Nodding sarcastically, he chuckled in frustration. "Sure. Yeah. Maybe that was my first try at being a drag queen."

"Always knew you were into that, RuPaul." I patted his cheek with a false grin. "Should I announce your exit from the closet now?"

Clenching his jaw, he forcefully slapped my hand away and glared. "Can we just focus on finding the actual culprit?"

"What the fuck do you think I'm trying to do here?" My voice rumbled throughout the big hall which pinpointed everyone's attention on us. "Zietta can fucking die right now."

"You don't think I know that, brother?" He stared at me solemnly as I saw a familiar look in his eyes that took me back to when I was thirteen. "It's like losing mamma all over again and it's killing me."

A sigh fled my mouth rather painfully as the memories from all those years ago flooded my mind like a hazardous tsunami. Gus was destroyed when Leona died and I was a complete wreck from the losses that particular day. He didn't speak for a whole year, whereas I clung to Amelia, yearning for the people I lost. Everyone broke apart. Our family was a mess, but Amelia tried to fill in the gaps slowly which also brought Zia Aria permanently back into our lives. I remembered how distant she was from Leona before the passing due to an unknown reason, but she came to hold us kids together and look at her new niece who didn't get a chance to know her real mother.

          Forcing the nostalgic thoughts away, I strode back to Zaya who took a fearful step back. "Why didn't you tell anyone about the girl in the kitchen sooner?"

          "B-Because I didn't know what she did. I thought she must've poisoned the bowl of porridge in there, but a woman tasted the dish for anything lethal as usual and she looked completely well after it. Then it was sent out for ma'am."

"Where is that woman now?"

Zaya hesitated for a second and swallowed down the lump in her throat. "She started puking blood half an hour after tasting the dish. Martina tried to save her, but it was too late and she died. I was going to inform you of this soon after, but..." Her hands flailed to the sides shakily. "I wasn't quick enough and this... this happened."

Gritting my teeth together, I curled my hands up into tight fists that were ready to go through walls or someone's face. "We had been sitting outside the operating room for almost two hours now. Didn't it cross your mind to come and tell us then?"

"I was scared," she muttered softly. "I heard what you did to Zee, and I-I was scared that after I told you about this, you would kill me for losing the culprit and accuse me of this occurrence. And I swear, sir, neither I nor my little sister had anything to do with this at all."

A part of me wanted to rip her head off for slacking the way she did and losing the blondie, while the other wanted to spare her and her sister's life. A voice in my head told me not to believe the Passero sisters, but I also needed to give them a break if they were speaking the truth.

"Check everyone's rooms and belongings for a wig or anything suspicious," I ordered my men who immediately got to work as Athena entered the room, heading right for me.

          "The porridge was laced with arsenic!" she exclaimed in a breathless tone as the other men of the family came to my side. "A nephrologist and toxicologist are assisting Felix in removing the poison from Zietta's system right now. She needs a bowel irrigation to clean out her stomach and intestines. It's too late for Hemodialysis to work. She'll need a blood transfusion. Chelation thera-" Athena abruptly stopped to notice that some of us weren't that skilled in the medical field and didn't understand the terms she was throwing at us. She rolled her eyes with a frustrated sigh and continued in an easier language. "If their ways work, she will survive, but she's too critical right now to say anything for sure. There's a huge chance that we might lose her and the odds don't look so bright in our favor."

          Squeezing the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, I breathed in and out through my nostrils that flared. "Considering how weak Verona is at this moment, the arsenic would've killed her immediately if she ingested it," Athena added to her train of bad news that certainly didn't put me at ease. "They're going to be in the operating room for hours. You should all rest up until they get done, and maybe shower." That last bit from her was a cheap shot at me and Zio Omer, noticing the grains of sand stuck to our arms from the brief wrestle we had outside.

"Subtle, Athena." Zio Omer narrowed his eyes at her.

She smiled proudly. "I know, Omer." Her hazel green eyes then fanned over each one of our distressed features which made her sigh. "Get to your rooms and relax. It's won't help you guys to sit around and sulk. You'll know when they have any updates."

          "Fine," I said, turning to look at Zio Raff who was also in the room. "Could you talk to Ila on whether she was responsible for this or not? I don't think she did this, but I want to make sure, and she wouldn't lie to you, Zio."

He nodded, patting my back. "Of course." His words eased my dilemma a bit.

Heeding Athena's advice, I walked out of the room and paved my way down two long hallways to the one where Martina took Verona. When I opened the door, I only saw Martina discarding trash. "Sir." She immediately stopped and gave me her attention with a little bow.

"Where's Verona?"

"She went to her room, sir."

I frowned. "Alone?"

"Well, she wanted t-"

Before she could finish her sentence, I stormed out, heading straight for the elevator that ascended me to my floor. Marching down the hall past the multiple guards, I opened the double doors to find Verona laying flat on our bed as Arie put in the last stitch on the side of my wife's belly.

"What's going on?" I asked, walking further into the room as uneasiness worked its way to my heart.

"Um," Arie looked at Verona for help to explain this fiasco as she started applying ointment to the area followed by a non-stick bandage.

"I tore open my stitches," Verona informed me in a serene tone as I immediately found myself by her side.

"I'm going to wash my hands and all this." Arie removed her latex gloves and threw them on a tray of medical tools that she picked up whilst getting off the bed. "Do you mind me using your bathroom to clean up?"

"Make yourself at home." Verona gave her approval with a sweet smile, not allowing me to speak.

After Arie vanished in my bathroom, I returned my eyes to Verona and her restitched stab wound. "How did you tear it and when?"

"I tore them when I pushed you away from Zee," she whispered softly, her reddened and tired eyes gazing at me. "I heard Arie worked in a hospital, so I asked her to redo the stitches."

"I'm sorry." A guilty frown found its way to my eyebrows and scrunched them. "I give you nothing but pain."

Her fingers brushed my lips gently as she shook her head from side to side on the pillow she rested on. "Not everything is your fault. It was my decision to push you away, and I'm sorry for doing that."

"Don't be." I grabbed her hand and kissed her soft palm. "I would've killed her if you hadn't stopped me."

She relaxed her eyes for a silent minute while I couldn't help but stare at the white bandage sitting on top of her injury next to another scar before I cautiously lowered her shirt and pulled a blanket over her legs. "I would've eaten the porridge if Zietta hadn't told me to wait to let it cool down," she mumbled in a meek voice, staring up at the ceiling as a tormenting tear swiveled down the side of her face before her distressed eyes flickered to mine. "This happened to her because of me."

"Tesoro, no." The tips of my fingers wiped away her tears before I leaned down and lightly pressed my lips against her quivering ones. "If you had eaten it, you would've died."

"Would that be so bad now?" she asked the question that squeezed my heart ruthlessly.

"Yes!" My hands cupped her cheeks warmly yet assertively. "It would've literally killed me to lose you again. I don't have the willpower to mourn you for the second time, Tesoro. I wouldn't have anything left."

Curling her lips into her mouth, she let out a slow sigh through her thin nose. "You have so much more than you realize."

"Like?"

"You know."

I scoffed. "Do I?"

She nodded, putting her hand on my chest, over my softly beating heart. "Your heart does." A pool of tears found itself in her eyes as they gazed at me longingly. "It knows the most precious gifts that you have, and I hope you realize what it wants soon so that you can be the happiest man in the world."

Squeezing her hand on my chest with one hand, I allowed the other one to tuck her black strands away. "It just wants you to be safe and happy."

Her lips and eyes both smiled in love. "Every moment that I spend with you is my safest and happiest moment. I just want to be able to do that for you, and one day, I will."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know when the time is right," she proclaimed mysteriously before she cleared her throat and jumped onto another topic. "Are you upset that I asked Arie to work on me?"

Shaking my head, I stroked her hands with my fingers in a feathery manner. "I'm not necessarily upset. I would've preferred Martina though." I shrugged casually. "I heard Arie is just an intern, whereas Martina is highly experienced in her field and knows what she's doing."

"Felix is my doctor, not Martina," Verona countered my statement. "I'm not comfortable with her, so I asked her to get Arie for me instead."

"And you're comfortable with Arie?"

"She saved my life, and I trust her more than many people here."

I chuckled. "You've grown to like her a lot in the last few days."

"Of course." She exhaled with an endearing smile. "She is really nice and likable. I've noticed many similarities between us."

Verona was right. There were many similarities between her and Arie. I couldn't deny it. It was probably why I was so attracted to Arie all those years ago. My mind saw snippets of Verona in her without a doubt. Similar caring nature that they shared, the sassy humor in them, the fierceness they exuded at times, the ability to change me and my mind, and their irrecoverable strength that I found irresistible.

Unfortunately, all those characteristics dulled in Verona after the kidnapping. The distinct spark in her had been doused forever. She was the same person, but at the same time, so drastically different. The light in her eyes had dimmed. Two years of absolute torment could do that to a person. However, she maintained her warm and friendly nature that I admired in her, but she also became so passive unlike before which left me in utter dismay.

"I'm gonna leave now," Arie's smooth voice whipped me back to the present time as she stood by the bathroom doors with the tray of medical equipment. "The anesthesia will wear off in around two hours. I suppose you have pain meds, so you can take them if it hurts a lot. And take care of yourself, Verona."

"Thank you so much for helping me, Arie," Verona thanked her and tried to sit up, forcing me to hold her still.

"Don't get up!" Arie advised her in an authoritative tone. "You need to rest and not stress the stitches, okay?" Verona nodded, complying with her strict orders. "I'll see you later then."

As she began to leave, Verona nudged my arm with her hand and motioned her head toward Arie. "What?" I questioned.

"Help her with the tray," she whispered.

I rolled my eyes. "She can carry that herself."

"She might not know where to take it, so please help her." Verona encouraged me with her hopeful eyes, and I couldn't rebel against her word at the moment.

Sliding off the bed, I hopped to Arie's side which rewarded me with her surprising gaze. "Allow me to carry it for you."

An awkward chuckle exited her lips as she walked right past me toward the doors. "I'm capable enough to carry it myself."

I suppressed an annoyed groan and followed her out the doors. "Well, do you know where to take it?"

Stopping in her tracks, she took a long-winded second to turn. A scowl sat on her perfect features before she stepped closer to me and slammed the tray in my hands. "Fine. You take it."

I just wanted to knock that attitude off her as she turned on her heel, whipping her silky hair in my face, but I refrained myself from doing anything. I wasn't in the mood to argue, especially not with her. "Get this to Martina," I ordered one of the guards standing by before walking back toward my room when Arie's voice halted my wretched feet immediately.

"Leo!" My name left her mouth effortlessly, urging me to turn around and look at her. "Take care of Verona." She paused for a few seconds, silently gazing at me as I did the same before she spoke up again. "And yourself." With that being said, she walked away, leaving me stranded with unnerving emotions that were no new guests to my aching heart.

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Yay or nay?

I had so much trouble writing this chapter because I didn't know what part to put where and what to include and exclude. Shifting things around took me forever but I eventually got it all done and I like it! Give me a pat on the back 😂

Literally everyone in the comments of the previous chapter said that they like the book names as they are, so I'm not gonna change them. Thank you so much for sharing your opinions. I appreciate it more than you know, so always comment. I love reading that and replying.

Moving on, could Zee and Zaya be behind the attacks as Leo suspects?

Do you think Zaya is lying about the blondie?

What other person than Leona could Leo have lost at the same time when he was thirteen? Any guesses?

Who do you guys ship Gus with? I already have someone in my mind for him, but what do you think?

What did Verona mean with her sweet little chat with Leo?

Any further thoughts on Verona are welcome.

Will our sweet little Zia Aria live or is her time up?

Who could be behind the stabbing and poisoning in your opinion?

Further comments and questions are always welcome! ❤️

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