(Third person pov)Hailey’s face was calm, almost cold, as she stared directly at Santino. The earlier warmth that had filled her while laughing with Dorian vanished the moment her eyes met his. Across the shooting range, Santino sat, his dark gaze locked on her like a weight pressing down on her chest.

A man beside him was talking quickly, waving his hands in the air, but Santino didn’t seem to hear a word. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, and for a moment, she thought she ...