Leone’s POV

I watched her from the study window.

Ariana was in the garden, laughing. With him.

Renzo stood too close his hands shoved casually into his pockets, his body angled toward her like he had every right to look that damn relaxed. And she… she smiled. Like he hadn’t been a ghost with a dagger behind his back just weeks ago.

I turned from the window, heart tightening.

I should’ve shot him the night I caught him in my room. Should’ve buried the past like it tried ...