~LAUREN'S POV~

Morning light came through the curtains, casting golden stripes on Alexandro as he slept. I had been awake for almost an hour, watching him, something I had never done before.

When he slept, his face looked softer. The deep lines between his brows smoothed out. He appeared younger and almost innocent, which made me smile because it seemed so strange.

Alexandro Castello and innocence were strangers to each other.

My fingers drifted over a scar on his shoulder I hadn't noticed before last night, a puckered line about three inches long, too precise to be accidental. Beside it, a smaller mark, round like a…

"Enjoying the view?" His...