“Love?” both men asked at the same time, the same expression on their faces, and I just nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” I sighed, still nodding. “Love.”

“What does that even mean?” Leonardo asked, and I could see he was losing patience. He shook his head. “No, that’s not important right now. Are you hurt? Where did all this blood come from?”

He moved and reached for me, but I stepped back, and both of them just stared at me like I had grown a second head.

“Isabella, what’s going on?” Alexander asked carefully, like he was talking to a spooked animal, genuine concern in his voice, but I didn't care about...