Rafael’s POV
I tapped my fingers on the table, taking another sip of my drink. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Ever since Rose stepped into Father’s chambers, I hadn’t been able to think straight.
One drink turned into two. Then three. By the fourth, the burn barely there
Why is she taking so long?
What could they possibly be talking about?
I pushed away from the table and stood, slightly unsteady on my feet.
The hallway blurred as I made my way toward Father’s door, but before I could reach it, Matteo stepped in front of me.
“Where are you going?” he asked, blocking my path.
I tried to brush past him, but he moved with me, smirking.
“She’s busy with Father,” he said. “Calm your balls, brother.”
I clenched my fists. “Move, Matteo.”
He didn’t. His grin widened. “What’s the rush? W
