**Lucia’s POV**

Raffaele sat next to me. He didn't look at me. He just stared out the window at the passing streetlights, his profile sharp and cold in the dark.

“Do you know why I’m so angry, Lucia?” he asked. His voice was so low it was almost a whisper, yet it cut through the hum of the engine.

“I… I know I made you angry,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on my lap.

“It’s because you made me look like a fool.” He turned his head slowly, his eyes wide and dark, devoid of ...