Alessio’s pov
Diego and I walked into the living room. I dropped onto the couch silently. Diego mirrored me across the room.
“So,” he started, “what the hell happened between the two of you?”
I didn’t say a word.
Diego raised a brow. “Oh, so now you don’t want to talk? Something must have triggered her to act like that.”
“I didn’t do anything to her.”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned back. “You sure you didn’t try making a move on her or something?”
I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. “Is that what you think of me? That I’d just… Diego, I don’t have your patience for this.”
He held up his hands. “Fine. Just asking.”
Then I caught a scent in the air—fresh, crisp, unmistakably Raven, with some other scent.
And right on cue, the doorbell rang.
Diego stood up. “I’ll get it. Trouble’s here.”
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