CHAPTER 14
LENA POV
The warmth vanished from the room. Just like that. One second, Matteo was making jokes about Salvatore getting injured too often. Next, Salvatore looked exactly like the man who had stormed my wedding with blood on his hands.
Cold. Controlled. Untouchable.
I hated how quickly I noticed the difference. And I hated even more that part of me preferred the version that almost smiled.
Charlie stood near the door. "The boat disappeared before we could identify who was on it," he said.
Salvatore nodded once. "Keep people alert."
Charlie glanced between us briefly. His eyes lingered on the bandages around Salvatore's shoulder. Then on me.
Something knowing flashed across his face. Not judgment. Awareness.
Like he could see something neither of us wanted to admit.
"Any
