**Stefano's POV**

I didn’t feel like going home. Not yet.

Milan looked calm and silent from my penthouse window in CityLife. I stood there, telling myself I needed space. I just wanted a little silence.

But they were lies. All lies.

The truth was, I was running. Running from the way she looked at me in that restroom, her eyes searching mine, the taste of her mouth still on my lips, and the chilling fear that everything was about to change, whether I wanted it or not.

Elena ...