Luca was changing.

Or maybe… she was.

Since Dante’s arrival, everything in the mansion felt colder. The guards were tighter-lipped. The meetings longer. Whispers slithered through the halls like poison. And Aria had the strangest feeling that something—someone—was watching her.

She didn’t trust Dante.

And deep down, she wasn’t sure she trusted Luca anymore either.

Aria wandered the halls of the mansion like a ghost. Her bare feet padded across marble floors as she followed the faint sound of voices behind the study’s closed doors.

Luca. Dante. And Gianni.

She pressed her ear to the wood.

“…if Romano crosses us, I’ll handle it myself,” Luca’s voice growled.

“And if he...