Alessia’s heels clicked down the hall before I could steady myself. She stopped right in front of me, a wicked little smile twisting her lips.

“Must hurt,” she purred, “watching him look right through you. Poor Zoe, the stand-in wife who couldn’t even leave a dent in his memory.”

My nails dug into my palms. “He’s confused. He just woke up.”

Leonardo’s chuckle came from behind her. “Confused, sure. But he remembered Alessia first, didn’t he? Called her his wife ...