"You've never done anything wrong," I murmur, my voice steady, but there is slight trembling beneath the surface. I pull back slightly, just enough to catch his eyes, before stepping to Luciano. My hand presses lightly against his chest before I shove him back playfully. His lips twitch with a faint grin, but the bruise beneath his eye—dark and raw—remains a somber reminder.
"Neither of you," I continue, my gaze flicking between them. "But we need to face the fact that there are secrets between us. And I'm not the only one that put them there."
