Alessia
The car finally pulled to a stop in front of the mansion. My chest tightened at the sight of the grand stone structure, the lights spilling out from the windows like welcoming arms. For a moment, I considered staying inside. My leg was still throbbing from the glass shard lodged in it, but my pride told me to ignore the pain.
I wasn’t a damsel in distress.
But as I tried to swing my legs out of the car, the sharp sting in my calf sent a wave of nausea through me. I hissed in pain, pressing my palm to the side of the car for support. The glass, small shards from the vase, had punctured my leg and the pain was still fresh, like a constant reminder of the chaos in that bathroom.
Before I could take another step, I heard Jay’s voice.
“Alessia.”
I looked up, meeting his gaze. His
