Page 359 of Legacy
That crease in his brow says more than his words. Before I can prod, he mutters, “Excuse me,” and disappears into the crowd like he’s chasing ghosts.
I scowl.
Adriana catches it instantly. “What?” she asks, tugging gently at my hand.
I glance down at her, then back toward the ballroom where my brother stalks off. “If he knocked up Vasilisa before I could get you pregnant…”
Adriana lets out a soft chuckle, eyes glittering with mischief. “Maybe you just did in the closet.”
My head turns sharply.
She shrugs, still smiling. “It’ll happen when it’s supposed to.”
Christo.
She’s not supposed to say things like that out loud. Not when the thought of a little girl with Adriana’s eyes and my last name just slammed into my chest like a bullet.
I clear my throat. “Right. When it’s supposed to.”
Just then, Santo reappears at my side with a scowl of his own. “Luciano is talking to Elena.”
I arch a brow. “So?”
Santo jerks his chin toward the far corner of the room.
Sure enough—Luciano stands close to Elena.Too close.That lazy bastard smile of his curved in that way that always means he’s enjoying himself a little too much.
I clench my jaw.
But no.
No, I know Luciano.
He’ll flirt with death before he touches my sister.
Adriana follows my gaze and rolls her eyes. “Luciano would never be interested. He has… particular taste.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Santo grumbles.
I smirk. “Then go handle it.”
Santo mutters something before he stomps off again.
My hand slips into hers and the ballroom fades behind us as I guide her onto the balcony.
It’s quieter out here. The air cooler. Cleaner. City lights flicker below like scattered embers, but above—it’s stars. Sharp and silver. Watching.
She steps to the railing, fingers grazing the stone, eyes lifted to the night like she’s tasting it.
I watch her in the dark.
The silk of her dress clings to her hips, her shoulders bare and glowing in the moonlight. Her hair’s coming loose, soft curls tumbling like a promise down her back.
I don’t speak.
I just watch.
She sighs once, soft and content, and then she kicks off her heels.
