Don't touch it.

Elira’s POV

I looked between a smirking Aiden and the door, trying to think up what I could possibly do when Aiden walked over to the door himself, pulling it open.

“Don’t you—”

I froze when I saw who it was.

Matteo.

My cousin. First cousin. Which meant there was no excuse, no reason, no lie I could tell if he saw Aiden standing there.

Matteo’s eyes swept lazily across the room before they landed on me and they didn't hold any sort of change but indifference at the fresh wound on my shoulder.

“Elira.” His voice was flat. “Grandfather says I’m supposed to make you a...