The ride to the penthouse was silent, sharpened to a knife’s edge. Her arms stayed wrapped around Sophia like a shield. His hands gripped the wheel until the leather creaked.

By the time they stepped inside, her fury was vibrating off her. Camilla took the baby with calm efficiency, carrying Sophia upstairs. And then the door shut, leaving only Eva and Alessandro in the quiet.

He tore off his tie, tossed it aside, and faced her. “You could’ve been killed tonight.”

She laughed, low and ...