Chapter 92. The Line We Can’t Uncross

Elena POV

The rest of the day feels like walking through a graveyard. Everywhere in the house is tense, silent, simmering and emotional.

No one raises their voice. No one argues. But the tension is everywhere…..thick, oppressive, brushing against my skin.

Vincenzo moves around the house like a storm contained in human shape….controlled, tense, unreadable. But I see the way his jaw flexes every time he accidentally catches sight of me. I see the way he changes direction the second he hears Nico’s or Riccardo’s footsteps approaching.

He’s avoiding conflict. He’s also avoiding his brothers.

We should all stay in our rooms. I feel it’s better that way if we want to avoid contact. But no, for some reason, none of us can stay in our rooms.

Nico is the opposite.

He’s restless, pacing, muttering, hands dragging through his hair a thousand times. I can’t tell whether he’s jealous, afraid, or just trying not to explode.

Probably all three