Vincenzo’s POV
I had to go back. I had to find a way to get Lyra out. I couldn’t just sit back in my mansion knowing that Marcello had her. I rushed down the stairs, my boots thudding heavily against the cold marble as each step seemed to echo in the vast, empty hall. My breath came in ragged bursts, thick with anger, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Every inch of me burned, the tension boiling down my spine like fire. This couldn’t be happening.
How could Marcello have my mate? How could he? The idea of it sent a rush of heat to my chest, a searing, unbearable sensation. My heart pounded, the pulse quickening with each passing second, almost as if it were trying to escape my body. And what made it worse was the fact that he wouldn’t even let me near her. He had blocked
