Antonio’s POV

I bit into a piece of dark chocolate, my eyes planted on the monitors in my study. Other than the crunching of the sweet treat, there was nothing else but silence. Then, my eyes widened by a fraction when I saw my right-hand man. Carlos, who should have been resting, was limping out of Amy’s room with a look on his face that made my senses immediately tingle with suspicion.

There was something going on. I could smell it. Insubordination hung high in the air, and if I wanted to, I could have summoned both of them and burned the truth out of them. But I didn't. Instead,...