**Stefano’s POV**
“You’re wrong, Lucia.”
My voice came out lower than I intended, a little rough, like I was trying to convince myself as much as her. “My feelings for Elena haven’t changed.”
She studied me silently, her eyes sweeping over my face as if trying to read something I wasn’t saying. Then she let out a small, humorless laugh. “If you say so.”
I pressed my back against the wall, feeling the cool plaster through my shirt as I tried to gather my thoughts, but they kept slipping away into panic.
“What do you know about Dante?” I demanded, leaning forward slightly.
She straightened instantly, her eyes sharpening with interest. I could tell I’d finally said something that mattered to her. Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Why? Are you worried about your lovely wife and her boyf
