ALINA
Luca's hand gripped my waist as we moved to the rhythm of the waltz, his touch both possessive and grounding. The ballroom's opulence faded into the background as I focused on the warmth of his body against mine.
"I need to tell you something," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the music.
He looked down at me, eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it?"
"Adriano... he told me he doesn't want to take over the family business anymore."
Luca's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. I continued, "I think he's just being impulsive. He'll come around."
He nodded once. "We should leave."
I hesitated, glancing around the room. Analide was dancing with Ethan; a sight that still shocked me. Did she know who he really was? Why hadn't the Talciros given him a more suitable
