Gianna.
“Ivan…”
The name slipped out of my lips before I even realized I was saying it. A whisper. Fragile. Like if I said it any louder, he might disappear.
I looked up into familiar light blue eyes staring down at me, wide with something I hadn’t seen in a long time—concern. Real concern. Not irritation. Not anger.
Relief flooded my chest so fast it almost hurt.
For a second, I forgot where I was. Forgot the noise. Forgot the dizziness. Forgot the way my body had been betraying me all night. All I could see was him.
“Are you okay?” Ivan asked, his voice low, careful, like he was afraid I might break if he spoke too loudly.
I straightened immediately, forcing space between us. Distance. I needed distance.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “I’m fine.”
I took a step back, and I
