The door slammed against the wall, rattling the glass panes in their frames.
Adriana froze. Luca stood in the doorway, his dark eyes blazing, his fist clenched around a crumpled sheet of parchment. The air between them thickened with danger.
He held up the note like a weapon. “You thought you could hide this from me?”
Her throat closed. The words she had written to Damian stared back at her in Luca’s furious grip.
“Answer me!” he barked, striding forward, his shadow spilling across the marble floor. “How long, Adriana? How long have you been feeding him our secrets? Are you Damian’s little spy, his w***e?”
Her back pressed against the vanity. Her pulse raced so loudly she feared he could hear it. “It’s not what you think—”
“Oh, isn’t it?” Luca’s voice was sharp enough to cut. He slam
