Alessia’s POV
The ride home was quiet, tense, like we were two loaded guns sitting in the backseat of a ticking time bomb. Leo hadn’t said a word since we left the hospital. His fingers tapped on his thigh like he was holding back the urge to explode, and I was holding my breath, knowing damn well the storm was coming.
As soon as we stepped into the penthouse, I turned to him. “Leo—”
He didn’t look at me. Didn’t even flinch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Clara sooner but suspecting me is barbaric,” I blurted out.
That got his attention. Slowly, his gaze dragged to mine looking sharp, cold and unreadable.
“You’re sorry?” he said, voice quiet and deadly. “For what exactly? For keeping s**t from me or for almost getting me f*****g killed?”
My throat went dry. “I didn’t know she’d
