CHAPTER 22
LENA POV
Something had changed between us, and I noticed it at breakfast the next morning.
It wasn't because Salvatore said anything to indicate it. It wasn't because he did anything obvious that the others could see. It happened in the quiet moments. In the way he looked at me. Again and Again
The problem wasn't the staring itself. The problem was that I had started noticing it. That I had begun anticipating it. That somewhere along the way, his attention had become something I was aware of before it even arrived.
The dining room overlooked the ocean beyond the fortress walls. Morning sunlight spilled across the long table, making everything look golden and warm and impossible.
Matteo sat beside me feeding pieces of toast to Brutus beneath the table whenever he thought n
