Chapter 384

Drio Rossi. The man who, despite having terrible pitch and impressively bad range, had sung his heart out to me just over a week ago and then showered me in Italian endearments. He'd had a rule about not kissing anyone since the love of his life had been murdered, but he'd broken it, all for me. And despite his nonstop sarcasm and an arrogance that was so massive, I swear it had a moon and gravitational pull, he'd honestly been kind of perfect-until he'd hied off across the ocean and maintained radio silence where I was concerned.

The picture of the happy couple shook in my hand. Guess I knew why he hadn't called.

I'd never been engulfed by a swarm of wasps, but I suspected it was very similar to what I felt at that moment. Goosebumps danced over hot and flushed patches of skin, and a loud buzzing filled my ears. I held myself absolutely still, not even blinking.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, then saw the look on my face and shut it at warp speed.