Leone’s POV

I heard the front gates creak before I even saw her shadow.

It was nearly midnight. Rain slapped angrily against the windows, and thunder rolled through the sky like a warning. I’d just poured myself a glass of scotch in my study when Enzo stammered in, pale and wide-eyed.

“She’s back… Sir. Ariana.”

That name alone kicked the air out of my lungs.

My body moved before I could even think. I reached the grand staircase just in time to see her drenched, limping ...