Stefano's POV
The anger simmered in my core, coiled tight and unrelenting. Whatever game Emiliano was playing, it wasn’t worth two hundred warriors—not for a woman, even if she was mine.
I steadied my breath, casting a glance at Gianna. Her eyes had widened, betraying the fear she struggled to hide. It enraged me to see her afraid because of that bastard. I wanted to put my fist through him right then and there.
But Emiliano was watching me, a gleam of amusement lighting his eyes, and slowly, I let a smirk cross my lips. He was testing me, prodding to see if Gianna mattered more than I had let on. If I showed the slightest hesitation, he’d sense it. And yet, I couldn’t jeopardize her just to prove him wrong.
With a casual chuckle, I scratched my chin. “That’s quite an offer,” I said. “
