Luciano
The drive back home was slow and painfully quiet.
No one spoke. Not the driver. Not Dagger. Not even me.
My eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, but my mind refused to stay in the present. It kept drifting back to the hospital… to the pale look on Aria’s face as she lay unconscious on the bed.
If only I had known.
If only I had told her to stay back at the mansion with Rosa.
She had no business being there. No reason to stand in the middle of a war that wasn’t hers.
My jaw tightened.
I should never have exposed her to that danger.
For a moment, my thoughts paused.
Then a strange question slipped into my mind.
Was this a concern?
Or was I simply being selfish?
Perhaps I only felt this way because the thought of her dying would haunt me. Or maybe I only wanted her alive,
