Gianna's POV

A gentle touch brushed against my cheek, and my lips curved up almost instinctively. The subtle tang of citrus filled my senses with every breath, and for the first time, I felt complete. The remnants of my past anxieties lingered faintly, but Stefano's words and even the smallest of his gestures slowly coaxed peace into my heart.

There were moments I found myself clasping my cheeks or pinching my arm just to ensure I wasn’t trapped in some dream. The nightmares were behind me. He had come for me, found me, and done everything to keep me safe. My mate.

Back in Netsville, Antonio had been held back...