Chapter 73

LEONE

I watched her leave. She did not run or slam the door. She just walked out quietly, like she always did.

That silence of hers grated on my nerves more than any screaming match ever could.

She should have fought back or even argued. Instead, she just sat there with that blank expression, answering in monosyllables, refusing to engage.

Pathetic.

My hand tightened around my wine glass. The urge to follow her, to make her react, surged through me.

I could go to her room ...