~Tiara
The sharp gasp escaped my lips before I could control it. Giovanni’s sudden presence startled me so much that my hand flew to my chest as if to steady my pounding heart.
“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, my voice sharp but slightly breathless.
He tilted his head with an innocent shrug, his expression unreadable. “Oh, I just got here,” he said casually. “I figured you might need company.”
Company? My brows shot up as I stared at him, trying to gauge his intentions. His sudden calmness, his presence here—it didn’t sit right with me. But instead of engaging, I turned away, brushing past him as if he didn’t exist.
My feet moved quickly, but my mind was stuck, circling back to that gravestone. Mitchel Carson? Where is Sarah? The questions clawed at my sanity,
