Luciano
When I returned to my room, the mansion had gone quiet again.
I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. My mind refused to stay still. Too many thoughts circled at once.
Isabella.
The warehouse.
The lies she told with that small nervous smile.
She had changed. That much was clear. Somewhere between London and home, the sister I used to know had become someone else entirely. And the worst part was that I had no idea when it happened.
I rubbed my jaw slowly.
Then, without warning, my thoughts shifted to Aria.
The memory came back suddenly and vividly—the last time she had been here in this room, fighting me with every ounce of that stubborn fire she carried in her veins.
The way her body had tensed beneath mine.
The way she had resiste
