Stefano's POV

The anger simmered in my core, coiled tight and unrelenting. Whatever game Emiliano was playing, it wasn’t worth two hundred warriors—not for a woman, even if she was mine.

I steadied my breath, casting a glance at Gianna. Her eyes had widened, betraying the fear she struggled to hide. It enraged me to see her afraid because of that bastard. I wanted to put my fist through him right then and there.

But Emiliano was watching me, a gleam of amusement lighting his eyes, ...