Matteo freaking Romano.
I could not stop myself from looking at him. His sharp features glowed against the fire's light.
His eyes were calm, but a spark of danger shone through them, just like a predator waiting for its prey.
My chest tightened as a hundred questions raced in my head, but only one left my lips.
"Whatever you know, explain clearly," I said, my voice was low yet firm.
Matteo, on the other hand, did not answer right away. His eyes slid toward Edward. It was a silent exchange flashing between them, one filled with something I did not quite understand.
Finally, Matteo tilted his head slightly and called out, "Alfred."
The butler, who had been with us from the start, stepped inside.
Matteo then signalled towards Emma, who was still in my arms, and ordered in this chilly voice, "Take the little one outside. Let her play in the garden."
Emma's head jerked upward, looking at both of them like a rabbit coming out of its burrow.
