Elena’s POV

I saw it.

I saw the way his arms wrapped around her. The way his jaw clenched not in annoyance, but in concern.

And I saw something else too. Something that cracked me wide open like a dropped wine glass.

Leone. Carried. Her.

Not like a servant.

Not like a prisoner.

Not even like a burden.

He carried her like she was his.

In front of everyone. In front of me.

I stood there, frozen in the hallway, holding the tea tray I’d prepared for him just like I did every ...