Elara's POV
The moment we enter Lorenzo's house—a couple of hours later—I turn to him, pointing my finger at his chest. He raises an eyebrow, looking clearly amused.
"How dare you, Mr. Russo? Why did you do that? He didn’t do anything wrong to you!" I say, emphasizing every word.
He crosses his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. "I don't understand what you're talking about, Walker."
"Stop calling me that," I snap.
"Oh, why?" he asks, his smirk growing.
I roll my eyes. "Mr. Russo, you had no right to attack Alexander and me like that. You just punched him for nothing."
"Well, it wasn’t for nothing," he says with a shrug.
"Yes, it was for nothing. You said so yourself," I insist. "What did he do to you? We basically spent the whole time together, so there’s no way he co
