When I returned from visiting my mother, the estate felt different. Or maybe I was different. Maybe crossing that line with Dante had shifted something fundamental in how I saw this place—no longer a prison, but the home of a man I was falling dangerously in love with.
Marco walked me to the entrance, his expression carefully neutral. "He's waiting for you in the east wing. Third floor, last door on the left."
"His office?"
"No." Marco's eyes held a warning. "Somewhere else. Somewhere he's never taken anyone."
My pulse quickened. "Marco—"
"Whatever he tells you tonight, remember that he's still the same man who held you in that gym. The same man who's been terrified of losing you since the moment you walked through his door." He squeezed my shoulder gently. "Don't let fear make your d
