DIego's POV

“She’s not gonna be happy,” Santo warned me as we made our way up to the grand ballroom on the twenty-seventh floor. “Not even a little bit.”

Before I could sarcastically thank my second-in-command for stating the very-fucking-obvious, the elevator doors opened to reveal…

My sister, decked out in a shimmering black dress that was far too tight for my liking.

On Davina, I’d have been intrigued. On Elena, I felt like I needed to avert my eyes.

“Whoa,” Santo breathed. ...