**Stefano’s POV**

The car felt way too small for the way I felt. Outside, fog crawled over the dark water, but inside, all I could smell was leather and my own burning rage.

I sat in the back seat, my eyes fixed on the glowing screen of my phone. The image of Elena, my Elena, with blood staining her lips and her skin bruised by a hand, was burned into my retinas. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that hollow, defeated look in her gaze. It felt like a physical weight on my chest, like a block ...