**Stefano’s POV**
“I guess I’ll just tell your wife.”
The words hung in the air. They came out of her mouth so casually, as if she were commenting on the weather.
Something inside me snapped.
My face went numb, turning into a mask of hard stone. I could feel a heavy pulse thrumming in the muscles at my temple. The room suddenly seemed to shrink, the walls closing in until all I could see was the smug look on her face.
“What did you just say?”
Lucia looked up, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. “Oh, did I stutter, Stefano? I said, I think it’s time Elena knew exactly what kind of man she'd be sharing a bed with.”
I took a slow step toward her, my shoes heavy and loud on the floor. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Lucia. One you can't possibly win.”
She laughed, a loud
