Giovanni POV

The house felt too quiet without Gray.

Even with the maids whispering down the hall and the ticking clock in the dining room, it still felt like something was missing. I hated that silence — it always made me feel like I was waiting for something that never came. Maybe that was why I found myself in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hair tied in a loose bun, staring at the long row of spices and ingredients.

If Gray was going to come home late again, then at least he’d come ...