Giovanni POV

A man approached—flanked by bodyguards whose presence alone made the air shift. He moved with the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be announced. The practiced smile, the easy arrogance—this was a man used to owning rooms.

The way Gray’s expression changed—just a flicker in his eyes, a curve at the corner of his lips—told me this wasn’t a casual acquaintance.

When the man reached us, he pulled Gray into a hug. A long one. Too long. My brow arched before I ...