A few days had passed since that fateful night, but the guilt refused to leave Alessia alone.

She tried to act normal. She smiled when Damien kissed her, laughed at his jokes, and clung to him more than usual. But Damien could feel something was off. Especially when Marco was in the room. Her body would tense. Her eyes would dart away too quickly. The air between her and Marco crackled with something dangerous.