Chapter 10

Vincenzo POV

I have been restless all night. I don’t like having people in my home. I’m still annoyed Viviana would offer for these two to stay here; there are plenty of guest rooms in the pack house.

I roll over for the hundredth time and faintly hear footsteps going downstairs. I focus harder and hear some rustling in the kitchen. I grunt in frustration. If one of these visitors makes a mess in my kitchen, I’ll go ballistic.

I throw the covers off and get out of my bed. I sleep in the nude, so I pull on a pair of dark navy sweatpants. I creep down the spiral staircase and the smell of desserts and pastries hits my nose.

Now they’re eating my desserts?

I peek around the corner and see it’s the quiet, mousy girl. Emerald.

She definitely is like a little mouse right now- creeping around in the kitchen and eating…tiramisu. I saw her admiring it earlier and she never took a bite. I watch her slip the fork into her mouth and listen to her hum as the dessert