Lorenzo’s POV

I glared at Regina, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, her hands resting lightly on her lap as if she owned the place.

“Do you know I never understood why you came here in the first place?” I asked, my voice low but edged with irritation.

She tilted her head slightly, watching me like she was trying to read my face.

“What? Do you want to change the subject now? Where were you yesterday?” she asked, her tone sharp.

I let out a slow breath, trying to keep my temper in ...