I froze mid-step, my heel hovering over the marble floor as her words sank in.

I could feel my pulse hammering under my skin. We were just talking about him a minute ago, so what was this reaction?

“You’re shaking,” Gianna noted, her tone careful.

I was. I was really shaking. Why? What the fuck was happening?

“You’re not ready to face him,” Gianna answered the unspoken question and my head got a little lighter.

I turned to her slowly. “You think?”

She nodded. “With ...