Nico
My f*****g hand still hurts and whatever painkiller that bloody doctor gave still made me groggy as I sat up and rubbed my face, cursing when I accidentally ended up using the injured hand. Last night was s**t—well except for some parts.
Caelian had called just when I was starting to relax with Gianna on the dance floor after Amara pissed me off earlier, lecturing me about not messing up with Gianna for the hundredth time. And then watching her and Leonardo dance, that was like a f*****g knife being twisted in my chest. Yes, it was Amara. I have been in love with Amara—Gianna’s beloved sister-in-law—for the last eighteen years.
That was a truth Gianna could never find out. It would not just destroy her but also the beautiful bond she had with Amara and God knows what else.
But
