Giovanni POV

I opened my mouth, but Gray was faster.

His laugh cut through the room — low, dangerous, a sound that raised the hairs at the back of my neck. He leaned back like he owned the chair, but his eyes were steel.

“You think I chose Giovanni because she’s beneath me?” His voice came slow, precise, a blade sliding out of its sheath. “No. I chose her because she looks me in the eye and doesn’t flinch. Because she walks into a room and makes the air burn. Stephanie ...