At the sound of that name Rosa froze.Beacsue who is that? and why is he calling her Mira? Her mind went completely blank, the world tilting on its axis.

Before she could process anything or what was going on, Uriel pressed his lips onto hers. The sharp scent of alcohol hit her immediately—he was heavily intoxicated, his control completely shattered by booze and months of buried heartbreak.

Of course, he's drunk.

Right at that exact second, the bedroom door was kicked wide open.

Giovanni stood in the doorway, freshly returned from his trip. The sight that greeted him ripped through his chest like a jagged blade.

"Vanni!" Rosa gasped, trying...