Leila's POV
The manor door slammed so hard the crystal chandelier rattled above me. Luca's heavy footsteps echoed through the marble foyer like rolling thunder, and I trailed behind him, breathless, trying to keep up. My heels clattered on the polished floor, my stomach knotted tighter with every stride he took.
"Luca, please—"
He spun so suddenly I almost crashed into him. His eyes blazed, darker than I'd ever seen them, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack.
"Do you have any idea what you've done tonight?" His voice was sharp, cutting the air like a blade.
I froze, hugging my arms around myself. "It wasn't what it looked like. Philip just wanted to unwind, and so did I. We were—"
"Dancing?" His laugh was humorless, biting. "That's what you're calling it? You, in his arms, in a stri
