Lia’s pov

Lia held onto Luca’s hand firmly as they exited the school. Her heart raced within her chest, an anxious rhythm that intensified as she spotted Dante by the car. His posture was stiff, his eyes sweeping the street with a sharpness that sent a twist through her stomach. “Come on,” she whispered, maintaining a cheerful tone for Luca’s benefit. He complied without hesitation, yet Lia sensed his gaze on her, probing her features for responses. Something felt off. He was aware ...