Leonardo
The moment I step into my bedroom, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it straight into the trash. There’s dried blood splattered across the fabric. Luca’s blood. Even though it doesn’t bother me, I won’t walk into Nayana’s presence with even a trace of that filth on me.
The shower hisses to life. Hot water crashes against my skin, washing away two hours of torture, the metallic scent of blood, the weight of rage that still clings to me like smoke. I drag a hand through my hair and breathe out slowly.
I need to see her.
Fourteen days of deliberately giving her space was already too much for me. I’ve been fighting the urge to drag her back into my arms, where she belongs.
I know she needed time to recover, to breathe, to accept what we now are. I told Theo, Tasha, and Pamel
