I knew that look on Leo’s face.
We’d just finished the formalities—the toasts, the endless congratulations, the hundredth “you two look so in love” from distant relatives I didn’t even know we had. But when Leo leaned in to whisper something to Dante, his entire demeanor shifted. Shoulders tight, jaw set, eyes narrowing like he was scanning for a sniper, not a wedding cake. I barely caught it, but he said something to Dante that made his brother, Dimitri straighten instantly. Then Leo slipped away through the crowd like a man on a mission.
And my gut? It felt like I was being stabbed with a hundred needles.
I didn’t even think. I just grabbed the bottom of my dress in both hands, muttered something vague to Ally about needing fresh air, and followed him.
He moved fast. I had to stay lo
