Chapter 39. Closeness of Envy

Leila’s POV

It was one of those quiet hours of the very early morning when I awoke with a heavy heart; last night’s scenes played slightly at the back of my head. Dinner with Dominic had left me in a dilemma; his unspoken words were above our heads. I tried to distract myself with what to do for the day, as again my mind was taking me to a place of confusion and wayward emotions.

I was rummaging around the kitchen when, with a force that sent shivers down my spine, the door toward the staff quarters burst open.

In strode Luca, a picture of rage and frustration. Almost instantly, his eyes locked on mine, into whose depths I could read the regard appraising me with an intensity as though I were some rare and dangerous adversary.

“Leila,” he chipped out, his tension palpable with a voice one could cut only with a knife. “We need to talk.”

“Luca, what’s wrong?”

“So this was the reason why you told me you needed space, uh?” he snapped, annoyance