CHAPTER 40- Mirabella’s POV
Chastity came into the guestroom with her usual grace, balancing a silver tray with a porcelain teapot and two cups. I hadn’t expected her, but the scent of chamomile drifted through the air before she even set it down. Giovanni hadn’t stepped out of the study since he and his minions walked in.
“Giovanni asked that you spend the night here,” she said softly, her eyes kind, her tone leaving no room for argument. “He doesn’t want you going back this late. And frankly, neither do I.”
The way she said it, like it wasn’t just about orders but about caring, made something tug inside me. She adjusted the pillow behind me before sitting on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her presence.
“You don’t need to be so strong all the time,
