I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest rose and fell too fast, each inhale sharp and useless. Zander stood in front of me, his arm extended, his hand steady, his eyes locked on mine with a look I had never seen before. There was no warmth in them. No familiarity.
Behind him, I could see Ciro walking over to where we were standing. Luca didn’t move from the door.
My fingers twitched at my sides, but I didn’t move.
Zander tilted his head slightly, studying my face like he was trying to memorize every detail. Like he was trying to see something that had been there all along.
“I couldn’t believe it at first,” he said quietly.
My stomach dropped.
“I knew something wasn’t right,” he continued, his finger resting near the trigger. “Weeks ago.”
My throat tightened, but I forced myself to
