Ariana's POV

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

I hadn’t even gotten out of bed. Leone’s shirt still clung to my body, soft with his scent something dark and warm like spice and smoke. It made me feel wrapped in him, even though he wasn’t here.

Then the door burst open.

Luna.

Her heels clicked against the floor like gunshots, espresso in one hand, annoyance in the other.

“Oh good,” she said, sarcastic as hell. “You’re not dead. I was two seconds away from pouring this ...