Diego's POV

Elena and Santo were both in the foyer when Davina and I entered.

“Where’s my father?” Davina asked immediately, rushing toward Elena.

“He’s in the medical wing with Carlotta,” she replied. “He’s a little worse for the wear, but otherwise, he’s doing good.”

Davina’s back went rigid. “They hurt him?”

“He’s okay, Davina,” Elena reassured her in a comforting tone that I hadn’t often heard from her. “Just focus on that, okay? He’s a tough man. The ...