My breath hitched as I stared wide-eyed at Davide, his words echoing in my mind. My heart pounded, and something in me resisted. "No," I murmured, almost to myself.
He raised an eyebrow. "No… what?"
I shook my head more firmly. "No. I’m not leaving Netsville."
His expression turned to fury. "Are you out of your damn mind, Gianna?! Whether you’re Stefano’s mate or not, you’re going to die if you stay here!"
His words felt like a fresh punch to the gut. I knew, deep down, he was likely right, but I clung desperately to the last remnants of hope. I drew a deep breath. "I’m not leaving. Not until I’ve spoken to Stefano."
"Spoken to—?" He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair as he muttered curses. "What do you think he’s going to tell you? He’ll say whatever it takes to keep yo
