Leo's POV
The moment Matteo uttered his name, the world went cold.
Adrian.
The name alone sent a slow, simmering rage coursing through my veins. I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I forced myself to breathe through the fury clawing at my chest.
I had known something was off the second Lyra returned to the estate. She had been too quiet. Not the usual stubborn, sharp-tongued woman I had grown used to handling.
Her movements were stiff, cautious, like she was afraid to breathe too loudly. Her eyes barely met mine, darting away the moment I tried to hold her gaze. She never avoided me. Even at my worst, she always stood her ground.
But this time?
She was hiding something.
And now, I knew the truth.
She went to him.
Adrian.
After everything: after I had claimed her, after I
