Leone's pov

My shirt clung to my chest, stiff with dried blood I hadn’t changed out of since the day she ran.

Three days.

That was how long it had been since Ariana left the mansion.

Three agonizing, humiliating days.

She left me a note. A damn curse in ink.

“I love you too much to stay.”

What the hell does that even mean?

Was I a disease? A punishment from the universe? Did loving me mean pain?

Maybe.

I pressed my palm into the bandage wrapped around my ribs. The bullet ...