Chapter 41

Lena’s POVThe first sign that something was wrong was the silence.I had been sitting in the drawing room with Isabella, listening to her discuss the preparations for an upcoming charity gala, when the sound of hurried footsteps came from the entrance hall. A moment later, one of the servants appeared at the doorway, her expression unusually hesitant.“Madam, Mr. Marco Carter has arrived. He says he wishes to meet Mrs. Mancini.”The teacup in my hand stopped halfway to my lips.For one dreadful second, I forgot how to breathe.Marco.My brother was here.At the Mancini mansion.I stared at the servant as though she had just announced that the walls were about to collapse. Perhaps I had misheard her. Perhaps my mind had finally grown so accustomed to expecting punishment that it had begun inventing new ways to frighten me.But then I heard his voice.“Good morning, everyone.”Smooth. Pleasant. Perfectly controlled.The voice of a man who had never needed to raise his hand in public to

Chapter 42

Salvatore’s POVSomething was wrong.I had known it from the moment Marco Carter stepped into my house, wearing that polished smile and greeting everyone as though he were an old friend rather than a man whose presence made the entire room feel colder. I had known it when Lena's fingers tightened around her teacup, when her shoulders stiffened at the sound of her brother's voice, and when she agreed to take him to the art room without once looking at me.Most importantly, I had known it when she looked at me before I left them alone.There had been something in her eyes that I couldn't quite explain. It wasn't simply nervousness, nor was it the discomfort of someone forced to entertain an unwelcome guest. It had been something much deeper, something instinctive and painfully familiar to anyone who had spent enough time around people hiding their fear.She had looked at me as though she wanted me to stay.And then she had told me she was fine.I had spent the better part of my life lea

Chapter 43

Lena’s POVI woke to the sound of someone calling my name.“Lena.”The voice was low and familiar, carrying a softness that made me reluctant to open my eyes. For a moment, I remained still, caught between sleep and the uncomfortable awareness that I was not in my own bed.Then I remembered.Marco.The art room.The bruises on my hand.My eyes flew open.Salvatore was sitting beside me, one arm resting along the back of the sofa. The sunlight had shifted across the room, and the tea on the table had long since gone cold. I must have fallen asleep without realizing it.“How long was I asleep?” I asked, immediately sitting up.“About forty minutes.”I stared at him. “Forty minutes?”“Possibly forty-five. I wasn't keeping track.”“You should have woken me.”“Why?”“Because…” I stopped.Because sleeping in front of him felt too comfortable. Because I had forgotten, for a little while, that I was supposed to be careful around people. Because the last thing I remembered was his voice tellin

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