Alora's POV
Alfonso shifted a bit to the side, placing the hands that had just been on me on the kitchen counter. Marco strolled into the room, a curious glance on his face as he stared at us.
"Is everything okay?"
I gulped, seeing Alfonso pass me a warning look from the corner of his eye, as though he was daring me to say a word.
"Alora?" Marco pressed, scrutinizing my face.
I tried to keep a neutral expression, although my mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts. Alfonso had threatened mine and Luciano's lives if I reported him to Dante or anyone else. Was I willing to take this risk and tell Marco?
Maybe I should.
Just as I opened my mouth, it seemed like Alfonso read my thoughts because I heard a drumming sound. When I looked, I saw his fingers drumming on the kitchen counter. But t
