Giovanni POV

Gray scoffed, a sharp sound cutting through the car. “I don’t move with people I don’t trust. And I trust you. You’re not my enemy,” he said, his voice steady, laced with confidence.

“Even if your father was the reason mine is dead?” I pressed, my chest tightening. “What if I decide to inherit that hatred?”

His silence was louder than any denial. For once, Gray—who always had a cutting reply ready—had none. His jaw tightened, his gaze hard, but his ...