Luciana's POV

The wineglass in my hand was perpetually full, but I barely took a sip, my steps wearing a track into the thick rug of the living room. Every circling minute brought me back to the night of the bombing, and the unsettling image of Romano. I was certain he’d orchestrated something, his next move already a shadow on the wall. His demeanor that night had been a chilling break from the vicious man I knew—a stark contrast to his true personality. If he had no hidden agenda, he ...