Leone’s POV

I didn’t expect the sight of a bruised thigh to tempt me.

But then again, nothing about Ariana Aldo followed reason. Not her presence. Not her voice. And definitely not the effect she had on me.

The mansion was too quiet tonight, eerie almost. I could hear my own footsteps echo down the corridor as I made my way to her wing. I had told the staff to stay away for the evening. Especially Elena. That woman had grown too comfortable in spaces where she didn’t belong. Her ...