Lorenzo's POV
“Have you found her yet?”
My mother’s voice cut through the silence of my study as she stepped in without warning, making me flinch. She moved with quiet elegance, the kind only years of power and control could build, then sat across from me, hands folded neatly on her lap. Since I lost my Luna, Chiara, she had been harder on me than anyone else, but beneath that steel was something else. Concern. She never pushed unless it mattered.
“Yes,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face. “But she wants nothing to do with me anymore.”
She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze pinning me in place in a way that reminded me too much of my father, Benedetto. “And why would that be, Lorenzo? Have you ever asked yourself why she would refuse to see you?”
