Gray’s POV

The moment Giovanni’s phone went silent, the tension inside the bedroom thickened like smoke. She sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her knuckles white around the phone. Her wide, frightened eyes darted to me, searching for answers I didn’t yet have—but I knew one thing: this wasn’t random.

It had to be one of my enemies. This was the very reason I didn’t want her showing up in random places. But she thought I was being too possessive.

“Gray…” Giovanni’s voice ...