The night air was heavy with silence.
Isabella’s heart pounded as the man stepped into the moonlight—and her breath caught.
“Luca?” she whispered, taking a step back in disbelief.
“Yes,” he replied smoothly, his voice calm, but laced with something darker. “Surprised to see me, cousin?”
She froze. Her mind reeled, trying to process the word. Cousin? That couldn’t be right. Luca—He was one of Leonardo’s right hand men, the one assigned to Elena’s protection—her cousin?
“You called me cousin,” she said slowly, searching his face. “Why? How do you know about me and Gianluca?”
Luca gave a low, humorless laugh, folding his arms across his chest.
“You thought you were smart, Isabella. But you were clumsy. Very clumsy.Especially on the nights I had to pick you up drunk from all those godf
