Nathan’s POV
The foyer of the mansion feels huge, the silence stretching thin as I pace back and forth feeling restless. My footsteps echo against the marble floor, a sharp rhythm that matches the turmoil building inside of me. The confrontation with Luca replays in my mind, every single word he threw at me.
Who does he think he is?
The image of him stepping between Abigail and me, as if she needed his protection, increases the frustration bubbling just beneath my skin. And Abigail—why didn’t she stop him? She let him interfere, didn’t even try to push him away. The thought gnaws at me, making it harder for me to think straight.
I stop pacing and grip the banister of the grand staircase, leaning into the cold, polished wood. My reflection stares back at me from the glossy surface, a re
