Aleena - POV
His emerald eyes stared at me with chilling coldness.
“I won’t tell your secret,” I managed to say.
A gunshot echoed in the distance. I froze at the sound. Nico glanced in that direction with an utterly unbothered expression.
“You won’t tell anyone?” he asked.
I nodded. His eyes narrowed. His hands were still wrapped around my wrists. The metallic scent of blood clung to his knuckles, making my stomach churn.
“Please... trust me.” I tried to sound calm, but my voice trembled.
His gaze studied me, weighing whether I was worth trusting. Unease gnawed at me, making my head feel light. Then the pressure on my wrists disappeared. The scent of blood faded with it. He stared at me with an unreadable expression.
“I think I should trust my fiancée to keep a secret.”
His voice
