LEONE'S POV

“I had everything. Power. Loyalty. Blood. But the one thing I wanted trusted someone else.”

I told myself it didn’t matter.

That the man bleeding in my hallway meant nothing.

Ariana's voice, the way it cracked when she shouted “He’s not a threat!”, didn’t sink teeth into my chest.

But damn it it did.

The second she ran to him like I was the villain in some tragic opera, something inside me snapped.

Not out of fear.

Not even out of betrayal.

It ...