I saw the car before Lydia even finished her sentence. A black sedan pulled up at the mouth of the driveway, rolling in too slowly for my liking. The headlights cut across the front lawn and I felt something inside me snap into a razor point.

Alex.

And Camilla.

He had the audacity to bring her here like this. The audacity to breathe in my city after touching her. My grip on the door handle tightened until I nearly tore it off as I got out of the car.

Lydia opened her door slower, calling after me, “Stephano. Slow down. Slow down.”

I did not hear her. My blood was...