My brother used to berate me for being overly impulsive when we were younger, even though he definitely envied me for it.
I never thought it was a bad thing; if I wasn't so impulsive, we wouldn't have been in Italy the day that I found Caius, and he would never have met Aurelia.
But as I sat in the hotel room, nursing my third glass of wine and staring at the door as I waited for Felix to get back, I couldn't help but wonder if my impulsiveness had finally caught up with me. He wasn't supposed to be gone for so long, but Aurelia had been asleep for a couple of hours and Felix wasn't answering my messages.
She trusted me. I told her Felix wasn't a threat, and she trusted me.
Now, I was afraid that I might have been wrong about a man I had known since I was just a kid because if he did b
