Pov Alessandro
I finally arrive at my best friend's room. I stop in front of the door and take a really deep breath to stop myself from going in and beating him up for acting the way he did. I don't know what was going through his head; honestly, I can't conceive how he lost his temper. For years, I understood him, supported him, was there for him in his lowest moments, but this is too much.
I didn't lose my cool when he locked himself in this room, much less when he lost it and kicked his parents and sister out of the castle. I remained calm when he exploded against Chiara and the others. I bit my tongue for months when he destroyed everything in his path, when he behaved rudely with everyone who just wanted to help him overcome everything that happened to him. I blindly defended him
