My eyes never veered away from him. Instead, I watched his every move in detail.
Massimo wasn’t paying attention to the figure anymore.
No. He’d heard me, I was sure of it. I wore heels for a reason. And still, his head remained angled toward the other man.
Yesterday was in the past. I had left any frail thoughts and slips behind. Today, I missed my sunset and woke up without something that belonged to me.
There was no sane Zanetti alive. I guess he’d forgotten the blood that ran through my veins.
Finally, silence.
With finger-styled dark hair and a locked jaw, I was acknowledged.
Massimo’s eyes flared.
Oh, he’s displeased? I’m glad. That made two of us.
“Elio, this is Alessandra.” Our eyes spoke of war. “Alessandra, Elio.” I didn’t take my eyes away from him. “My brother.” And un
