Leone's pov

The walls were closing in.

I’d paced the length of my office enough to carve grooves into the marble floor. The rain had returned, a violent curtain outside the windows. It should’ve soothed me.

It didn’t.

Three days.

Three fucking days.

Since Ariana vanished into the dark and took the air with her.

She left a note.

One sentence.

“I love you too much to stay.”

The words had burned a hole into my chest that hadn’t closed since.

She wasn’t ...