Alessia's POV
I'd been restless since Leo left, pacing the enormous house like a caged animal.
He'd told me to stay put and not do anything reckless, if I really wanted to show how remorseful I was for my earlier stupidity, I should just... wait. Be good and obedient but It was driving me absolutely insane.
I tried cooking something I rarely did, thinking maybe I could surprise him with a home-cooked meal when he returned. But my hands shook as I chopped vegetables, replaying the warehouse scene over and over. My father's blank eyes. The gun pressed to my temple. Leo's face when he'd burst through those doors, raw with fear and fury.
The knife clattered to the cutting board, and I pressed my palms against the cool marble counter, trying to breathe.
"Alessia?"
I looked up to find Mar
