Nathan came home before sunset, but the air that entered the house carried a storm. His silence was louder than shouting, his steps heavy against the marble floor. Leah was arranging the flowers in the vase when she heard the door slam. She turned, her heart tightening as she saw the wildness in his eyes.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
“Nathan,” she whispered. “What happened?”
He didn’t answer, he only walked toward her slowly, his gaze fixed on her like she had done something unforgivable. His breathing was sharp, his jaw locked tight. When he finally spoke, his voice was low but trembling.
“What did you say to my father?”
The question made her freeze, her mind raced back to the conversation with Edwardo that morning. She had only gone there to protect Nathan, to keep Marcus aw
