Lena
I stayed wrapped in that blanket long after Rafe left the room, my mind replaying the events of the night. I drifted in and out of sleep, until morning came and I couldn't take it anymore.
Until I heard Matteo’s voice echo in my head.
“He’s f****d, Lucian. He fell for her.”
He was wrong for that.
I stood, yanked a hoodie over my half-naked body, and stormed down the hall until I found him— leaning against the kitchen counter, casually eating an apple like he hadn’t just tried to tear my world apart.
“Nice of you to knock,” Matteo muttered, barely looking up.
“You think this is funny?” I retorted, stepping closer.
He smirked, chewing slowly. “A little.”
I slapped the apple from his hand. It hit the floor with a loud thud.
He raised an eyebrow. “Fierce.”
“You told Lucian Rafe
