Luciana's POV

I pulled the door to the room Romano had shown me earlier and sat on the edge of the bed, my head bowed and my hands tangled in my hair, deeply lost in thought.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I had almost shot Nyra, and I had never lost control like that before. The memories of her betrayal pushed me to the edge, making me want to kill her.

I hated to admit it, but I felt like she was at fault for every catastrophe in my life. Every betrayal I ...