Aitana's POV
Dinner was just as tense as the previous meeting. That old witch had made her little comments, her veiled insults wrapped in false sweetness, and I had bitten my tongue to avoid confrontation.
But I had played my part.
Now, standing in the dimly lit hallway with Daniel—the same man who had orchestrated the car wreck in Peru—I realized something strange.
I didn’t feel as uneasy with him as I did with Leonardo.
Daniel was dangerous, yes. A schemer. But his intentions were written plainly in the way his jaw clenched when his grandmother spoke, in the way his fingers curled into fists when Leonardo smirked at him. He was a man who thought himself a predator but had spent his whole life being someone else’s prey.
Leonardo, though?
Leonardo was worse.
His charm was too smoot
