Diego's POV

Davina was unconscious when we returned to the safe house.

She didn’t know I was laying her on the same bed where her sister had once waited for me in red lace, whispering for me to come to bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Carlotta had been my fiancée. She had every right to want me.

And maybe that was what made it worse—because I had looked at her and felt absolutely nothing.

I had walked out and hadn’t even closed the door behind me.

Now, I was laying ...